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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20489 | 2019-11-16 20:23:07 | 159.89 | 100% |
| 17214 | 2019-01-08 20:58:42 | 153.71 | 100% |
| 8734 | 2018-07-10 22:18:42 | 153.01 | 100% |
| 6266 | 2017-02-03 01:38:00 | 133.98 | 99% |
| 5788 | 2017-01-15 23:30:27 | 141.71 | 100% |
| 5647 | 2017-01-14 02:36:41 | 144.09 | 100% |
| 3955 | 2016-12-14 22:11:52 | 136.56 | 97% |
| 3650 | 2016-11-08 02:35:01 | 140.41 | 99% |
| 3585 | 2016-11-07 17:19:07 | 133.20 | 97% |
| 2909 | 2016-10-22 05:47:29 | 127.47 | 96% |
| 2743 | 2016-10-20 05:00:00 | 133.32 | 98% |
| 2583 | 2016-10-19 23:37:58 | 140.48 | 98% |
| 1813 | 2016-10-05 17:45:27 | 131.50 | 97% |
| 1304 | 2016-09-20 01:03:39 | 122.70 | 97% |
| 936 | 2016-09-16 23:00:47 | 131.78 | 99% |