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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23683 | 2019-06-25 08:46:29 | 141.67 | 98% |
| 23393 | 2019-06-09 09:44:35 | 133.32 | 97% |
| 20852 | 2019-04-15 01:48:22 | 143.81 | 98% |
| 19503 | 2019-03-19 05:34:56 | 128.57 | 98% |
| 15729 | 2019-01-07 07:31:20 | 123.76 | 98% |
| 10347 | 2018-10-15 08:34:41 | 115.53 | 96% |
| 9854 | 2018-10-07 05:51:44 | 121.85 | 97% |
| 8495 | 2018-09-11 11:07:29 | 124.27 | 98% |
| 7906 | 2018-08-31 06:24:10 | 146.95 | 99% |
| 6514 | 2018-08-03 10:04:14 | 108.51 | 96% |
| 2889 | 2018-05-20 11:12:41 | 106.46 | 98% |