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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4534 | 2020-05-03 00:36:46 | 73.02 | 96% |
| 2241 | 2016-12-04 14:05:56 | 68.67 | 95% |
| 2022 | 2016-07-11 04:51:54 | 67.46 | 94% |
| 1973 | 2016-06-13 09:25:29 | 56.26 | 88% |
| 1926 | 2016-06-09 16:04:20 | 57.27 | 89% |
| 1924 | 2016-06-09 16:01:39 | 63.94 | 93% |
| 1837 | 2016-03-12 14:54:40 | 52.39 | 88% |
| 1081 | 2015-09-01 04:36:00 | 45.10 | 86% |
| 820 | 2015-07-28 13:42:57 | 43.85 | 86% |
| 614 | 2015-07-22 18:25:49 | 50.58 | 90% |
| 288 | 2015-06-21 10:12:07 | 50.51 | 90% |