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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7505 | 2021-06-11 21:35:58 | 87.28 | 99% |
| 6391 | 2015-06-12 08:26:46 | 80.32 | 96% |
| 5354 | 2014-06-26 04:39:31 | 79.91 | 94% |
| 5222 | 2014-05-21 02:31:46 | 85.63 | 97% |
| 4902 | 2014-03-28 17:04:57 | 71.14 | 92% |
| 3928 | 2013-11-12 07:35:08 | 87.35 | 96% |
| 3547 | 2013-10-25 07:35:55 | 84.02 | 97% |
| 3535 | 2013-10-25 07:21:51 | 78.53 | 94% |
| 3151 | 2013-10-18 04:08:12 | 85.48 | 96% |
| 2115 | 2013-09-03 08:27:51 | 79.05 | 96% |
| 1610 | 2013-08-21 11:40:42 | 74.22 | 96% |
| 361 | 2013-06-24 11:37:38 | 78.11 | 97% |
| 75 | 2013-06-13 03:47:39 | 72.22 | 97% |