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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5529 | 2023-01-14 19:13:11 | 114.14 | 99% |
| 3153 | 2016-10-29 00:45:25 | 114.08 | 97% |
| 2513 | 2016-04-09 20:14:48 | 115.77 | 97% |
| 1571 | 2014-12-31 04:55:25 | 105.23 | 97% |
| 1545 | 2014-12-28 19:31:36 | 124.46 | 100% |
| 803 | 2014-04-10 18:26:50 | 123.37 | 100% |
| 252 | 2013-08-16 16:38:43 | 105.09 | 97% |
| 232 | 2013-06-27 01:09:25 | 96.20 | 94% |