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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20276 | 2019-04-07 16:20:10 | 80.78 | 100% |
| 18036 | 2018-11-27 22:36:03 | 75.35 | 99% |
| 17055 | 2018-10-22 11:09:29 | 76.06 | 100% |
| 15962 | 2018-09-17 19:32:01 | 66.31 | 100% |
| 15250 | 2018-09-04 13:48:04 | 76.65 | 100% |
| 14847 | 2018-08-29 22:52:30 | 66.11 | 100% |
| 13781 | 2018-08-14 03:41:19 | 73.50 | 100% |
| 11728 | 2018-07-07 18:34:38 | 67.39 | 99% |
| 10541 | 2018-06-04 21:46:46 | 74.62 | 100% |
| 8472 | 2018-04-06 08:06:50 | 69.37 | 99% |
| 7575 | 2018-03-20 07:39:52 | 72.08 | 100% |
| 6454 | 2018-02-16 04:15:14 | 62.50 | 98% |
| 2474 | 2017-12-15 17:35:04 | 62.31 | 99% |