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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6645 | 2019-10-14 17:45:06 | 80.02 | 97% |
| 5803 | 2016-07-22 18:08:00 | 78.02 | 89% |
| 5324 | 2016-06-23 19:10:49 | 68.08 | 90% |
| 4263 | 2016-05-20 21:03:23 | 70.58 | 88% |
| 3616 | 2016-04-30 12:21:23 | 70.64 | 91% |
| 3483 | 2016-04-28 17:33:27 | 78.28 | 93% |
| 3099 | 2016-04-20 17:38:35 | 63.34 | 88% |
| 1879 | 2015-05-25 15:29:10 | 71.86 | 91% |
| 1793 | 2015-05-15 11:52:44 | 68.55 | 91% |
| 1778 | 2015-05-14 16:02:24 | 58.20 | 90% |
| 1491 | 2015-05-06 11:16:22 | 52.93 | 88% |
| 1430 | 2015-04-28 14:34:19 | 56.15 | 92% |
| 773 | 2015-02-23 14:33:45 | 53.90 | 85% |
| 730 | 2015-02-19 19:25:09 | 56.63 | 85% |
| 581 | 2014-11-24 19:38:39 | 59.99 | 86% |
| 287 | 2014-11-09 14:06:36 | 59.61 | 92% |