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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3359 | 2019-09-20 05:55:32 | 107.11 | 100% |
| 2614 | 2016-03-28 12:39:40 | 98.77 | 95% |
| 2563 | 2016-03-19 11:56:09 | 101.29 | 95% |
| 2238 | 2016-02-25 21:27:09 | 99.96 | 97% |
| 1093 | 2016-01-20 20:20:14 | 92.61 | 95% |
| 1029 | 2016-01-19 18:22:20 | 91.77 | 96% |