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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8818 | 2017-10-29 00:11:40 | 115.69 | 98% |
| 5992 | 2017-06-10 18:12:36 | 94.72 | 97% |
| 5295 | 2017-05-13 18:05:15 | 99.29 | 97% |
| 5220 | 2017-05-12 00:17:58 | 91.61 | 94% |
| 4149 | 2017-02-24 14:53:09 | 84.99 | 90% |
| 4097 | 2017-02-23 20:52:08 | 106.14 | 96% |
| 2386 | 2017-01-27 02:57:05 | 91.48 | 96% |
| 834 | 2017-01-07 18:04:14 | 89.64 | 97% |