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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3277 | 2014-05-20 23:30:55 | 104.26 | 98% |
| 2856 | 2012-11-03 18:31:16 | 94.67 | 94% |
| 2415 | 2012-10-08 02:38:13 | 100.30 | 96% |
| 1992 | 2012-09-25 19:35:15 | 84.78 | 92% |
| 1952 | 2012-09-25 17:51:10 | 96.92 | 97% |