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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5753 | 2020-10-16 05:33:06 | 72.42 | 98% |
| 3317 | 2020-04-15 16:32:45 | 77.38 | 97% |
| 2658 | 2013-08-05 13:57:59 | 56.78 | 88% |
| 2340 | 2013-03-30 13:02:35 | 63.94 | 92% |
| 1899 | 2012-12-24 14:03:38 | 50.22 | 86% |
| 1419 | 2012-07-26 13:33:14 | 58.19 | 88% |
| 847 | 2012-05-15 11:13:55 | 51.17 | 89% |
| 836 | 2012-05-14 13:00:22 | 62.38 | 94% |
| 647 | 2012-05-04 09:01:44 | 53.32 | 90% |
| 517 | 2012-04-16 17:14:27 | 52.13 | 95% |
| 441 | 2012-02-05 07:40:49 | 51.14 | 87% |