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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2442 | 2021-07-17 14:28:17 | 84.87 | 98% |
| 1968 | 2014-09-02 18:41:16 | 70.83 | 94% |
| 1763 | 2014-08-27 23:50:05 | 72.32 | 94% |
| 1707 | 2014-08-24 21:58:14 | 77.26 | 95% |
| 1257 | 2011-02-16 15:14:04 | 75.30 | |
| 1043 | 2011-02-11 16:39:22 | 70.31 | |
| 992 | 2011-02-11 15:22:53 | 71.12 |