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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6521 | 2021-06-22 03:44:32 | 89.61 | 98% |
| 3314 | 2015-06-30 04:36:13 | 97.29 | 96% |
| 3180 | 2013-08-09 06:54:36 | 90.14 | 95% |
| 3023 | 2013-08-02 11:36:15 | 90.58 | 96% |
| 1598 | 2012-08-21 12:49:27 | 86.89 | 95% |
| 1506 | 2012-08-16 07:56:15 | 82.47 | 94% |
| 963 | 2012-06-02 14:55:32 | 83.62 | 94% |
| 702 | 2012-01-02 12:59:47 | 90.75 | 98% |
| 582 | 2011-12-17 14:12:43 | 87.25 | 99% |
| 495 | 2011-11-11 09:50:47 | 78.49 | 95% |