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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4685 | 2021-03-12 21:38:26 | 93.40 | 98% |
| 4289 | 2020-01-20 16:43:50 | 96.15 | 98% |
| 2689 | 2014-11-17 03:14:05 | 99.97 | 99% |
| 2516 | 2014-09-12 23:38:15 | 89.97 | 96% |
| 341 | 2012-01-22 01:41:14 | 65.33 | 88% |
| 208 | 2010-02-04 18:47:50 | 75.48 | |
| 78 | 2010-02-02 17:06:40 | 64.41 |