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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1798 | 2021-01-03 15:20:15 | 130.60 | 99% |
| 1538 | 2013-08-21 05:17:47 | 115.59 | 94% |
| 1132 | 2013-01-06 02:58:03 | 112.46 | 95% |
| 752 | 2012-02-03 20:50:33 | 125.38 | 99% |
| 614 | 2011-11-02 04:56:03 | 102.42 | 91% |
| 570 | 2011-11-01 01:12:46 | 108.99 | 92% |
| 534 | 2011-10-28 16:48:39 | 112.08 | 93% |
| 387 | 2011-10-19 01:32:56 | 114.01 | 95% |