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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16476 | 2018-05-09 17:56:01 | 103.07 | 97% |
| 12173 | 2018-01-29 01:17:10 | 94.17 | 97% |
| 8315 | 2017-10-13 12:18:23 | 90.33 | 95% |
| 7087 | 2017-09-25 17:58:43 | 112.16 | 98% |
| 4748 | 2017-08-02 21:13:20 | 103.83 | 98% |
| 3986 | 2017-07-22 12:13:49 | 93.75 | 97% |
| 3781 | 2017-07-19 17:59:19 | 92.12 | 96% |
| 2960 | 2017-06-20 12:53:28 | 79.85 | 95% |
| 2403 | 2017-06-09 17:52:27 | 105.31 | 98% |