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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4247 | 2016-08-18 16:29:48 | 175.21 | 100% |
| 4074 | 2016-08-08 15:46:43 | 160.05 | 98% |
| 3715 | 2016-07-26 16:23:02 | 153.62 | 98% |
| 2768 | 2012-05-04 09:32:54 | 161.98 | 96% |
| 2494 | 2012-04-29 07:41:46 | 175.72 | 100% |
| 2109 | 2012-03-25 11:46:15 | 150.33 | 96% |
| 1990 | 2012-03-24 03:37:25 | 176.52 | 99% |
| 1211 | 2012-01-22 07:38:22 | 138.26 | 94% |
| 446 | 2011-01-16 19:06:21 | 140.04 |