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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19314 | 2020-02-09 23:32:09 | 185.92 | 98% |
| 19117 | 2020-02-05 20:02:26 | 172.69 | 98% |
| 17956 | 2019-08-30 20:01:51 | 125.04 | 96% |
| 17709 | 2019-08-08 02:59:00 | 129.95 | 97% |
| 15872 | 2019-04-16 15:49:08 | 146.05 | 97% |
| 13702 | 2018-09-03 00:07:51 | 146.48 | 97% |
| 13141 | 2018-08-09 15:44:01 | 143.07 | 97% |
| 11427 | 2018-06-03 09:15:49 | 153.24 | 97% |
| 5248 | 2017-10-22 16:44:59 | 158.85 | 97% |
| 4921 | 2017-10-10 17:57:29 | 144.76 | 96% |
| 4496 | 2017-10-06 18:55:55 | 125.27 | 96% |
| 4044 | 2017-10-01 23:34:51 | 134.42 | 94% |
| 1180 | 2017-08-23 15:23:28 | 151.72 | 97% |