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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5696 | 2022-12-14 12:08:17 | 85.04 | 99% |
| 5074 | 2014-02-09 05:49:46 | 88.55 | 92% |
| 3590 | 2012-12-29 07:37:23 | 88.35 | 96% |
| 3407 | 2012-12-24 07:05:19 | 86.53 | 96% |
| 3285 | 2012-12-21 14:09:45 | 67.37 | 85% |
| 2872 | 2012-12-14 14:52:53 | 74.94 | 92% |
| 2822 | 2012-12-14 01:34:20 | 76.03 | 95% |
| 2765 | 2012-12-12 10:53:43 | 60.08 | 92% |
| 2666 | 2012-12-11 09:38:55 | 74.67 | 94% |
| 2357 | 2012-12-08 04:02:08 | 73.62 | 91% |
| 2054 | 2012-12-06 04:26:47 | 83.69 | 96% |
| 1896 | 2012-12-04 13:57:42 | 72.40 | 90% |
| 1499 | 2012-11-22 02:39:12 | 55.64 | 87% |
| 290 | 2012-10-12 05:28:50 | 65.65 | 94% |
| 211 | 2012-10-11 11:52:40 | 64.29 | 92% |