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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5260 | 2019-05-24 17:51:31 | 77.09 | 95% |
| 2582 | 2017-07-19 23:49:32 | 78.43 | 98% |
| 2038 | 2017-06-24 14:44:44 | 70.11 | 96% |
| 1731 | 2017-06-16 15:26:49 | 82.37 | 98% |
| 435 | 2014-12-28 13:37:23 | 78.85 | 97% |
| 257 | 2014-12-25 12:58:31 | 73.76 | 94% |
| 119 | 2014-12-24 08:30:04 | 64.64 | 92% |