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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4061 | 2018-10-31 03:34:13 | 55.50 | 96% |
| 3894 | 2017-01-26 14:58:34 | 50.81 | 92% |
| 3866 | 2016-10-19 07:40:05 | 60.79 | 95% |
| 3701 | 2016-02-02 07:06:43 | 63.52 | 96% |
| 3546 | 2015-08-14 06:38:42 | 62.88 | 92% |
| 3309 | 2015-06-13 16:48:57 | 57.91 | 93% |
| 3002 | 2014-02-09 12:20:12 | 56.89 | 94% |
| 2413 | 2012-07-11 14:45:58 | 63.44 | 96% |
| 397 | 2012-03-05 10:59:14 | 57.14 | 99% |
| 247 | 2012-02-25 16:32:26 | 43.64 | 94% |