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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14509 | 2022-09-15 14:07:17 | 109.00 | 97% |
| 12699 | 2021-07-11 15:05:28 | 98.35 | 97% |
| 10740 | 2021-02-03 11:04:52 | 94.86 | 96.6% |
| 10245 | 2021-01-31 19:13:56 | 107.31 | 98% |
| 5926 | 2017-06-27 14:00:18 | 88.20 | 97% |
| 5650 | 2017-06-21 02:38:21 | 87.81 | 95% |
| 3567 | 2017-05-09 17:55:58 | 86.96 | 93% |
| 1103 | 2016-02-24 09:23:26 | 79.32 | 96% |
| 419 | 2016-02-12 15:11:28 | 74.90 | 96% |