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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4651 | 2018-08-25 09:43:29 | 106.42 | 97% |
| 3528 | 2017-04-08 11:44:28 | 99.62 | 96% |
| 3276 | 2016-10-12 14:23:39 | 97.72 | 95% |
| 2544 | 2016-07-04 14:34:53 | 109.00 | 97% |
| 974 | 2016-02-27 14:09:56 | 98.14 | 95% |
| 925 | 2016-02-26 15:46:17 | 111.15 | 97% |
| 401 | 2016-01-16 07:31:38 | 120.35 | 98% |