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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7003 | 2022-10-03 17:55:39 | 124.44 | 98% |
| 6048 | 2022-09-07 18:30:09 | 120.24 | 98% |
| 3028 | 2016-02-17 18:33:31 | 124.86 | 99% |
| 2109 | 2015-05-05 20:34:12 | 102.20 | 92% |
| 708 | 2014-10-19 20:58:07 | 97.01 | 94% |
| 523 | 2014-08-11 05:47:40 | 91.28 | 93% |
| 122 | 2014-03-15 02:25:09 | 95.08 | 94% |
| 101 | 2014-03-15 00:19:26 | 100.86 | 97% |