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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4127 | 2021-09-03 19:04:19 | 66.64 | 97% |
| 3706 | 2016-07-27 16:39:08 | 70.83 | 90% |
| 3126 | 2016-04-30 11:33:32 | 71.13 | 94% |
| 2171 | 2016-02-03 21:37:34 | 64.23 | 93% |
| 1040 | 2015-11-15 12:44:54 | 56.03 | 91% |
| 1000 | 2015-11-14 18:44:54 | 53.22 | 90% |
| 954 | 2015-11-12 12:42:40 | 60.29 | 96% |
| 336 | 2015-10-14 17:41:39 | 49.19 | 95% |
| 63 | 2015-10-02 22:17:37 | 29.77 | 89% |