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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4224 | 2023-10-19 00:48:32 | 88.95 | 96.8% |
| 1815 | 2015-07-08 20:10:31 | 79.53 | 96% |
| 1428 | 2014-12-17 16:47:22 | 73.14 | 94% |
| 986 | 2014-08-11 18:17:18 | 71.17 | 94% |
| 748 | 2014-05-14 19:15:35 | 72.48 | 97% |
| 674 | 2014-05-01 16:29:48 | 56.89 | 90% |
| 407 | 2014-03-31 21:37:05 | 61.38 | 92% |