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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5421 | 2018-07-10 12:10:57 | 88.14 | 100% |
| 5203 | 2018-05-24 09:26:23 | 75.55 | 96% |
| 3770 | 2016-11-25 11:23:09 | 68.59 | 93% |
| 2931 | 2016-10-06 17:41:13 | 51.67 | 86% |
| 2416 | 2016-09-15 13:50:55 | 51.19 | 87% |
| 1430 | 2016-08-20 12:48:24 | 48.62 | 90% |
| 800 | 2016-07-18 05:23:40 | 28.90 | 77% |
| 602 | 2016-06-23 07:27:51 | 36.18 | 83% |