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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3091 | 2019-10-03 10:47:08 | 133.36 | 99% |
| 2767 | 2014-05-04 08:38:47 | 115.21 | 97% |
| 2588 | 2014-04-18 14:54:19 | 117.34 | 97% |
| 2439 | 2014-01-03 09:58:14 | 105.47 | 94% |
| 2061 | 2013-11-17 21:32:28 | 92.21 | 90% |
| 2005 | 2013-11-15 14:01:18 | 108.12 | 95% |
| 1191 | 2012-09-25 07:53:23 | 94.13 | 94% |