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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9994 | 2020-04-03 16:31:02 | 98.89 | 97% |
| 8315 | 2019-04-14 02:56:26 | 91.58 | 98% |
| 3193 | 2017-11-11 16:55:53 | 73.97 | 96% |
| 1875 | 2017-03-21 02:20:36 | 86.18 | 95% |
| 1553 | 2017-01-25 16:33:14 | 84.64 | 96% |
| 826 | 2016-11-14 13:46:44 | 73.36 | 93% |
| 608 | 2016-10-31 17:40:04 | 66.98 | 88% |