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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2259 | 2013-12-24 02:41:31 | 113.95 | 99% |
| 2113 | 2013-12-19 20:36:31 | 106.22 | 97% |
| 1956 | 2013-12-15 20:20:02 | 104.20 | 98% |
| 1723 | 2013-12-09 05:00:35 | 104.66 | 99% |
| 1378 | 2013-12-06 22:00:54 | 110.14 | 100% |
| 100 | 2013-11-22 03:02:15 | 91.24 | 96% |