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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1863 | 2015-08-08 07:16:50 | 102.20 | 96% |
| 1645 | 2015-02-07 09:29:27 | 110.67 | 98% |
| 1220 | 2014-12-15 00:58:22 | 105.85 | 98% |
| 1064 | 2014-12-12 23:23:08 | 103.74 | 98% |
| 61 | 2014-07-04 00:55:20 | 91.27 | 93% |