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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3506 | 2014-11-20 05:25:44 | 103.81 | 96% |
| 3050 | 2014-02-27 10:16:43 | 96.42 | 92% |
| 2816 | 2013-12-24 01:43:41 | 99.21 | 93% |
| 1956 | 2013-07-18 08:45:36 | 107.96 | 93% |
| 1080 | 2013-01-02 05:06:34 | 70.54 | 90% |
| 874 | 2012-05-13 09:09:18 | 86.67 | 94% |
| 852 | 2012-04-22 08:45:58 | 94.03 | 96% |
| 261 | 2011-09-01 07:00:47 | 82.78 | 96% |