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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11703 | 2022-06-13 21:24:25 | 113.21 | 99% |
| 8043 | 2020-04-26 13:20:25 | 96.00 | 98% |
| 4045 | 2019-06-24 06:10:48 | 97.93 | 98% |
| 1746 | 2015-05-24 12:17:51 | 82.76 | 98% |
| 1709 | 2014-04-07 13:38:12 | 84.27 | 94% |
| 1681 | 2014-03-09 19:19:29 | 82.55 | 95% |
| 1638 | 2013-12-26 20:11:37 | 93.76 | 99% |
| 1247 | 2013-11-13 12:45:45 | 86.83 | 97% |
| 878 | 2013-10-14 22:03:44 | 81.64 | 96% |
| 367 | 2013-09-26 19:34:41 | 68.40 | 95% |