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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7968 | 2022-10-21 17:50:39 | 97.09 | 98% |
| 5713 | 2019-11-17 11:27:11 | 81.22 | 98% |
| 5668 | 2019-11-10 10:50:33 | 79.20 | 97% |
| 3736 | 2017-02-09 03:44:48 | 84.01 | 96% |
| 2391 | 2016-03-05 09:18:08 | 77.80 | 92% |
| 1821 | 2014-09-06 19:46:17 | 60.98 | 93% |
| 1659 | 2013-05-31 22:31:22 | 87.33 | 96% |
| 800 | 2010-07-14 18:16:48 | 72.66 | |
| 598 | 2010-07-09 21:47:29 | 84.74 | |
| 566 | 2010-07-09 18:30:23 | 92.83 | |
| 111 | 2010-06-30 17:02:51 | 85.95 | |
| 37 | 2010-06-28 16:42:12 | 81.23 |