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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 723 | 2015-02-05 18:54:24 | 114.82 | 91% |
| 677 | 2015-02-05 18:13:03 | 118.44 | 95% |
| 560 | 2015-02-04 23:57:43 | 121.20 | 95% |
| 282 | 2015-02-03 22:27:50 | 113.17 | 95% |
| 36 | 2012-04-15 17:28:06 | 117.72 | 98% |