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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2014-02-17 07:02:20 | 106.31 | 95% |
| 1504 | 2013-09-06 07:44:39 | 103.08 | 96% |
| 1488 | 2013-09-01 21:26:34 | 93.81 | 93% |
| 1432 | 2013-08-27 03:19:32 | 114.84 | 99% |
| 405 | 2013-04-27 17:23:24 | 80.63 | 90% |