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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44398 | 2018-01-24 13:38:29 | 149.93 | 98% |
| 44312 | 2018-01-23 01:06:56 | 114.72 | 98% |
| 43995 | 2018-01-20 01:17:10 | 139.25 | 96% |
| 33378 | 2017-11-01 12:48:08 | 113.20 | 97% |
| 32608 | 2017-10-27 19:34:36 | 103.63 | 94% |
| 25711 | 2017-10-01 22:03:32 | 138.36 | 98% |
| 25631 | 2017-10-01 17:12:48 | 95.92 | 96% |
| 25594 | 2017-10-01 03:13:19 | 100.74 | 97% |
| 1673 | 2017-09-01 16:56:05 | 88.27 | 94% |
| 1 | 2016-01-25 16:54:27 | 121.35 | 92% |