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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9058 | 2020-06-24 02:17:05 | 112.77 | 97% |
| 8589 | 2020-06-18 20:24:01 | 113.01 | 95% |
| 3939 | 2014-04-27 18:05:34 | 94.25 | 88% |
| 3510 | 2013-05-15 17:54:33 | 109.02 | 94% |
| 2439 | 2013-03-22 04:07:42 | 96.09 | 88% |
| 2015 | 2013-03-08 05:29:11 | 100.05 | 90% |
| 1336 | 2013-02-08 02:31:56 | 89.49 | 84% |
| 1327 | 2013-02-08 02:19:36 | 99.18 | 90% |
| 435 | 2012-12-16 03:36:51 | 112.07 | 92% |
| 350 | 2012-12-14 02:31:40 | 109.67 | 97% |
| 193 | 2012-12-02 04:45:49 | 93.60 | 92% |
| 27 | 2012-11-20 22:21:30 | 92.60 | 92% |