I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2631 | 2013-07-16 15:35:16 | 89.81 | 95% |
| 2009 | 2011-11-30 23:34:55 | 88.70 | 97% |
| 1987 | 2011-11-25 15:10:29 | 76.98 | 93% |
| 1976 | 2011-11-16 15:24:17 | 80.65 | 95% |
| 1839 | 2011-09-15 16:06:04 | 76.57 | 92% |
| 277 | 2010-01-15 12:52:36 | 53.45 |