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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1345 | 2011-11-19 05:44:15 | 111.96 | 97% |
| 1169 | 2011-10-20 04:06:29 | 107.22 | 96% |
| 853 | 2011-09-30 06:52:29 | 105.50 | 97% |
| 718 | 2011-09-26 13:25:32 | 109.57 | 96% |
| 352 | 2011-09-21 07:58:21 | 110.59 | 96% |