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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11199 | 2019-07-26 15:47:43 | 135.97 | 97% |
| 9947 | 2019-06-27 19:43:01 | 145.39 | 98% |
| 9818 | 2019-06-24 00:39:09 | 147.71 | 99% |
| 7188 | 2018-07-25 02:16:09 | 123.54 | 97% |
| 2424 | 2017-05-17 00:25:14 | 143.99 | 98% |
| 712 | 2015-01-11 03:24:04 | 149.72 | 96% |
| 302 | 2014-09-08 20:52:14 | 146.32 | 95% |
| 264 | 2014-09-04 14:50:04 | 136.49 | 95% |