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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14864 | 2019-01-12 21:53:28 | 96.38 | 99% |
| 10008 | 2017-07-10 21:59:32 | 99.94 | 99% |
| 8208 | 2017-04-13 21:41:34 | 97.73 | 96% |
| 6877 | 2017-01-24 14:41:51 | 99.71 | 100% |
| 6313 | 2016-12-22 03:19:32 | 95.26 | 96% |
| 6061 | 2016-12-08 13:25:16 | 106.39 | 98% |
| 5775 | 2016-12-02 02:08:55 | 96.05 | 97% |
| 5699 | 2016-12-01 07:32:38 | 107.68 | 98% |
| 5590 | 2016-11-30 07:28:33 | 104.94 | 98% |
| 5068 | 2016-11-21 06:27:46 | 86.50 | 94% |
| 3055 | 2016-10-31 21:39:50 | 97.46 | 97% |
| 1560 | 2016-09-12 08:00:05 | 88.42 | 99% |