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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1457 | 2015-06-10 06:32:12 | 123.79 | 95% |
| 1297 | 2013-10-22 15:56:02 | 128.03 | 97% |
| 1213 | 2013-07-06 00:53:31 | 118.54 | 97% |
| 1046 | 2012-12-22 23:10:42 | 121.94 | 95% |
| 550 | 2012-03-16 06:03:23 | 94.98 | 89% |
| 526 | 2012-03-01 02:11:01 | 95.32 | 92% |
| 347 | 2012-02-08 06:09:57 | 98.57 | 92% |