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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9329 | 2021-05-01 17:12:12 | 71.68 | 97% |
| 4493 | 2016-11-15 14:22:52 | 64.16 | 91% |
| 3802 | 2016-09-18 10:36:14 | 62.93 | 93% |
| 3275 | 2016-06-22 16:52:03 | 69.94 | 97% |
| 2511 | 2016-03-12 14:23:02 | 57.19 | 93% |
| 2220 | 2016-02-26 18:18:35 | 63.85 | 95% |
| 2118 | 2016-02-20 16:38:51 | 57.31 | 94% |
| 1170 | 2015-10-28 18:00:45 | 53.40 | 92% |
| 981 | 2015-09-23 20:14:47 | 52.36 | 93% |
| 752 | 2015-04-16 10:43:28 | 51.33 | 94% |