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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9415 | 2020-05-18 20:34:36 | 82.71 | 96% |
| 8672 | 2020-04-23 20:03:25 | 61.74 | 97% |
| 6977 | 2020-01-28 08:46:21 | 73.66 | 96% |
| 5467 | 2019-09-11 13:28:27 | 84.39 | 97% |
| 4594 | 2019-07-31 08:55:18 | 77.26 | 97% |
| 1805 | 2019-02-11 13:15:55 | 95.64 | 97% |
| 552 | 2019-01-11 09:33:22 | 84.29 | 97% |
| 272 | 2019-01-06 12:52:10 | 74.96 | 96% |