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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3675 | 2017-10-22 20:43:34 | 105.15 | 98% |
| 3265 | 2017-09-12 16:59:48 | 111.16 | 99% |
| 2369 | 2017-06-16 04:03:24 | 104.92 | 98% |
| 2038 | 2017-06-05 00:52:10 | 101.44 | 98% |
| 1885 | 2017-05-25 05:52:02 | 101.94 | 96% |
| 1342 | 2017-03-22 03:25:47 | 107.66 | 97% |
| 1265 | 2017-01-15 19:01:13 | 99.81 | 96% |
| 351 | 2016-10-25 01:12:39 | 94.29 | 95% |
| 175 | 2016-10-16 12:12:23 | 85.86 | 94% |