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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10639 | 2020-07-29 15:23:09 | 96.98 | 100% |
| 10419 | 2020-06-23 17:27:16 | 89.71 | 98% |
| 8576 | 2018-11-26 11:55:59 | 84.50 | 96% |
| 4376 | 2017-10-25 19:05:15 | 88.58 | 97% |
| 2480 | 2016-08-26 14:27:38 | 86.81 | 93% |
| 1807 | 2016-05-01 18:53:11 | 86.72 | 94% |
| 1658 | 2016-04-25 20:38:47 | 79.33 | 93% |
| 1179 | 2016-04-03 20:06:25 | 71.29 | 87% |
| 849 | 2016-02-09 14:53:19 | 79.00 | 91% |
| 464 | 2016-01-15 14:39:07 | 73.06 | 89% |