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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3654 | 2017-04-20 05:12:33 | 102.88 | 99% |
| 2583 | 2016-12-23 01:44:04 | 98.64 | 96% |
| 2312 | 2016-11-27 06:37:59 | 103.56 | 98% |
| 749 | 2016-10-23 02:29:23 | 92.50 | 97% |
| 459 | 2016-10-19 04:20:18 | 84.41 | 94% |
| 427 | 2016-10-18 21:06:17 | 90.72 | 98% |
| 309 | 2016-10-17 04:02:23 | 96.03 | 97% |