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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7101 | 2021-10-27 13:51:53 | 95.06 | 97% |
| 3184 | 2017-11-03 13:48:00 | 77.89 | 95% |
| 2755 | 2017-09-25 12:51:07 | 86.31 | 96% |
| 2168 | 2017-08-08 16:18:50 | 79.99 | 96% |
| 2001 | 2017-08-04 15:19:37 | 94.31 | 97% |
| 1947 | 2017-08-03 13:08:24 | 98.39 | 97% |
| 1822 | 2017-07-24 12:54:15 | 83.48 | 96% |
| 954 | 2017-06-18 15:45:59 | 73.32 | 95% |