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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2973 | 2023-08-13 15:07:21 | 71.48 | 98.3% |
| 1159 | 2015-07-14 11:06:06 | 58.92 | 95% |
| 612 | 2015-06-17 11:50:33 | 52.50 | 98% |
| 337 | 2015-06-06 14:29:07 | 53.20 | 96% |
| 286 | 2015-06-02 18:43:29 | 55.95 | 96% |
| 122 | 2015-04-14 18:22:32 | 56.37 | 99% |