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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10640 | 2018-05-29 18:09:20 | 67.67 | 96% |
| 7249 | 2017-06-16 19:05:55 | 66.11 | 95% |
| 7068 | 2017-06-15 12:46:59 | 65.41 | 97% |
| 5553 | 2017-05-23 19:38:37 | 66.85 | 87% |
| 5088 | 2017-05-11 21:20:19 | 57.92 | 90% |
| 4870 | 2017-05-08 15:17:15 | 62.68 | 92% |
| 4409 | 2017-05-02 13:31:23 | 63.61 | 91% |
| 4067 | 2017-04-26 14:34:37 | 56.99 | 91% |
| 3793 | 2017-04-21 14:30:16 | 54.61 | 89% |
| 3647 | 2017-04-18 16:23:39 | 51.49 | 83% |
| 2612 | 2017-03-31 15:02:14 | 49.01 | 88% |
| 1421 | 2017-03-16 23:20:20 | 61.10 | 95% |
| 1113 | 2017-03-13 23:48:52 | 44.58 | 88% |