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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20151 | 2021-03-05 12:54:21 | 117.76 | 98% |
| 9122 | 2017-02-21 13:00:22 | 105.41 | 94% |
| 8454 | 2016-12-13 15:05:03 | 99.56 | 95% |
| 8170 | 2016-11-25 12:21:50 | 84.34 | 90% |
| 6432 | 2016-10-29 14:40:16 | 82.96 | 88% |
| 6357 | 2016-10-29 07:10:11 | 85.22 | 88% |
| 2936 | 2016-02-06 08:13:38 | 91.15 | 94% |
| 2931 | 2016-02-06 08:00:39 | 73.78 | 88% |
| 2763 | 2016-01-16 13:55:00 | 90.95 | 95% |
| 2418 | 2015-11-13 12:43:06 | 86.55 | 92% |
| 2417 | 2015-11-13 12:41:39 | 97.33 | 95% |
| 2212 | 2015-11-04 14:46:01 | 93.52 | 94% |
| 1847 | 2015-10-21 14:18:48 | 77.61 | 91% |
| 858 | 2015-09-29 14:32:08 | 79.51 | 93% |