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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27036 | 2019-05-21 11:28:07 | 62.70 | 94% |
| 26031 | 2019-03-01 01:26:58 | 56.79 | 95% |
| 20847 | 2018-11-02 07:46:50 | 64.74 | 96% |
| 20266 | 2018-10-18 05:33:54 | 70.94 | 97% |
| 19304 | 2018-10-02 06:17:34 | 70.10 | 97% |
| 13398 | 2018-05-11 18:39:21 | 60.74 | 96% |
| 11004 | 2018-03-15 01:53:41 | 58.30 | 97% |
| 10963 | 2018-03-14 06:07:33 | 59.41 | 95% |
| 10574 | 2018-03-07 05:04:55 | 56.57 | 94% |
| 10332 | 2018-03-01 20:09:48 | 50.29 | 95% |
| 9993 | 2017-08-30 16:31:52 | 52.49 | 94% |
| 8373 | 2017-08-11 17:32:11 | 52.63 | 95% |
| 4458 | 2017-06-21 15:10:02 | 48.62 | 96% |
| 3291 | 2017-06-13 15:26:48 | 45.77 | 94% |
| 1448 | 2017-05-23 21:32:39 | 36.48 | 82% |
| 348 | 2017-05-09 16:17:59 | 36.34 | 94% |