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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2708 | 2016-02-11 06:46:51 | 93.97 | 95% |
| 1554 | 2013-02-19 05:30:54 | 85.70 | 94% |
| 1113 | 2013-01-11 22:55:22 | 101.35 | 96% |
| 767 | 2012-10-26 15:27:27 | 86.68 | 93% |
| 753 | 2012-10-26 02:32:01 | 90.22 | 94% |
| 518 | 2012-09-05 02:48:14 | 81.79 | 96% |
| 17 | 2011-10-23 13:06:25 | 70.40 | 93% |