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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59829 | 2020-08-14 05:47:40 | 122.19 | 97% |
| 52466 | 2020-07-02 23:07:38 | 115.83 | 99% |
| 45430 | 2020-05-29 00:10:49 | 128.54 | 99% |
| 35158 | 2020-04-03 21:56:25 | 130.73 | 98% |
| 34543 | 2020-03-31 02:15:58 | 126.81 | 98% |
| 31927 | 2020-03-08 22:55:16 | 110.40 | 97% |
| 31791 | 2020-03-08 08:08:44 | 112.03 | 98% |
| 27554 | 2020-01-16 22:23:07 | 111.06 | 97% |
| 24805 | 2019-12-22 12:30:46 | 120.39 | 97% |
| 24053 | 2019-12-11 14:54:34 | 107.32 | 96% |
| 18982 | 2019-10-26 16:09:36 | 112.58 | 99% |
| 16033 | 2019-09-06 11:48:22 | 117.29 | 98% |
| 15021 | 2019-08-27 12:03:09 | 126.69 | 99% |
| 2069 | 2018-12-24 13:17:47 | 109.23 | 98% |
| 252 | 2013-10-14 06:56:30 | 90.54 | 91% |