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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12209 | 2020-05-04 23:33:10 | 72.67 | 95% |
| 10978 | 2020-03-26 13:02:26 | 78.47 | 96% |
| 8421 | 2020-02-13 01:28:41 | 78.69 | 98% |
| 7513 | 2020-02-04 22:12:07 | 66.26 | 96% |
| 4878 | 2020-01-05 17:28:36 | 72.73 | 97% |
| 4686 | 2020-01-02 12:51:02 | 71.17 | 97% |
| 666 | 2019-09-29 21:43:19 | 73.32 | 96% |