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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1644 | 2012-05-09 22:01:02 | 120.39 | 99% |
| 1462 | 2012-05-04 16:59:56 | 99.98 | 91% |
| 940 | 2012-04-25 14:18:15 | 109.13 | 99% |
| 659 | 2012-04-18 14:57:55 | 93.81 | 93% |
| 411 | 2011-07-31 12:55:02 | 93.59 | 97% |