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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15460 | 2018-10-09 05:09:23 | 96.11 | 97% |
| 13305 | 2018-05-15 04:46:47 | 92.96 | 96% |
| 7490 | 2018-01-12 21:00:50 | 93.18 | 98% |
| 5303 | 2017-12-25 17:53:17 | 91.35 | 99% |
| 2093 | 2017-12-01 03:28:56 | 79.26 | 96% |
| 1728 | 2017-11-27 01:38:40 | 71.94 | 95% |
| 1644 | 2017-11-26 20:51:15 | 74.36 | 97% |