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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12445 | 2022-01-28 15:19:22 | 58.11 | 97% |
| 6506 | 2017-03-15 10:50:25 | 61.26 | 97% |
| 4663 | 2016-12-21 11:06:14 | 56.37 | 97% |
| 4655 | 2016-12-21 10:57:10 | 56.32 | 98% |
| 4652 | 2016-12-21 07:34:50 | 51.81 | 95% |
| 3356 | 2016-10-29 05:52:42 | 49.88 | 96% |
| 1898 | 2016-08-19 01:01:34 | 40.98 | 95% |