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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6678 | 2021-02-02 11:37:21 | 76.61 | 94.8% |
| 3645 | 2019-01-13 19:17:03 | 77.38 | 97% |
| 2405 | 2016-11-15 14:22:47 | 70.90 | 96% |
| 1942 | 2016-09-04 16:19:22 | 63.66 | 93% |
| 800 | 2016-04-25 13:16:28 | 69.90 | 95% |
| 691 | 2016-04-19 12:50:00 | 57.21 | 91% |
| 517 | 2016-03-26 23:16:59 | 54.92 | 94% |
| 128 | 2016-03-18 16:54:17 | 53.45 | 89% |