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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1929 | 2013-06-22 13:24:42 | 104.60 | 100% |
| 1752 | 2013-02-17 20:33:14 | 91.79 | 95% |
| 1334 | 2012-10-19 16:00:36 | 93.91 | 96% |
| 1168 | 2012-09-12 16:32:39 | 96.00 | 96% |
| 840 | 2012-08-03 13:27:40 | 91.02 | 96% |
| 648 | 2012-07-24 13:44:19 | 90.63 | 96% |
| 227 | 2012-06-30 10:52:44 | 87.11 | 94% |