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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2016-07-01 23:48:25 | 110.97 | 98% |
| 1023 | 2016-06-30 22:34:29 | 109.37 | 93% |
| 442 | 2016-06-11 17:19:29 | 96.51 | 94% |
| 164 | 2010-11-07 02:45:47 | 99.15 | |
| 25 | 2010-10-11 23:22:21 | 72.05 |