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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1549 | 2017-09-12 19:00:19 | 116.24 | 98% |
| 1492 | 2017-05-19 19:45:51 | 102.96 | 91% |
| 1288 | 2016-01-25 15:04:39 | 109.97 | 96% |
| 940 | 2015-03-17 14:47:53 | 122.22 | 96% |
| 366 | 2014-10-21 12:54:34 | 110.04 | 96% |
| 215 | 2014-10-08 15:13:53 | 109.32 | 96% |
| 76 | 2014-09-24 04:59:40 | 109.71 | 94% |