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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22019 | 2018-12-26 04:21:48 | 73.37 | 99% |
| 20427 | 2018-03-07 06:43:49 | 68.20 | 97% |
| 16535 | 2018-02-14 06:06:01 | 70.25 | 98% |
| 16453 | 2018-02-13 22:41:09 | 75.68 | 99% |
| 15641 | 2018-01-05 11:34:52 | 71.14 | 98% |
| 14507 | 2017-08-21 06:45:54 | 68.71 | 99% |
| 14477 | 2017-08-21 06:04:36 | 70.10 | 98% |
| 14332 | 2017-08-20 03:46:48 | 73.97 | 97% |
| 13289 | 2017-07-05 09:25:39 | 70.60 | 98% |
| 13209 | 2017-07-04 12:15:29 | 65.28 | 96% |
| 7359 | 2017-04-20 03:40:45 | 58.47 | 90% |
| 5986 | 2017-02-19 08:39:43 | 58.78 | 97% |
| 5922 | 2017-02-19 06:11:08 | 43.09 | 90% |
| 2839 | 2017-01-27 01:41:42 | 53.87 | 93% |