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 | 2018-08-11 15:52:11 | 80.11 | 97% |
| 3241 | 2018-07-21 01:16:01 | 80.01 | 98% |
| 2022 | 2018-06-05 16:49:36 | 77.93 | 97% |
| 1985 | 2018-06-04 21:46:42 | 81.91 | 99% |
| 1482 | 2015-03-21 22:07:36 | 72.65 | 94% |
| 614 | 2012-01-17 12:54:04 | 67.27 | 96% |
| 274 | 2012-01-02 09:27:27 | 59.29 | 97% |
| 235 | 2012-01-01 13:23:05 | 59.73 | 97% |