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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7082 | 2018-04-21 10:07:46 | 110.45 | 99% |
| 5482 | 2017-06-12 18:59:29 | 104.25 | 99% |
| 4359 | 2017-03-27 16:08:11 | 96.21 | 96% |
| 2607 | 2015-05-06 17:54:50 | 94.90 | 96% |
| 2532 | 2015-04-19 00:13:23 | 90.96 | 96% |
| 2433 | 2015-04-15 06:54:22 | 84.69 | 92% |
| 1116 | 2015-02-01 09:14:27 | 73.52 | 90% |
| 1093 | 2015-01-31 20:24:02 | 71.86 | 91% |
| 857 | 2015-01-28 19:52:49 | 69.72 | 91% |
| 693 | 2015-01-27 18:33:21 | 68.02 | 88% |
| 658 | 2015-01-27 17:52:48 | 67.51 | 89% |
| 422 | 2015-01-22 17:57:00 | 63.34 | 92% |