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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14411 | 2022-01-19 14:09:18 | 95.62 | 96% |
| 13912 | 2021-08-01 11:00:07 | 104.01 | 97% |
| 12660 | 2021-01-10 05:17:10 | 102.04 | 97% |
| 5717 | 2017-10-28 14:54:56 | 82.46 | 95% |
| 4803 | 2017-09-03 11:28:16 | 92.14 | 96% |
| 4667 | 2017-08-31 01:19:56 | 85.70 | 94% |
| 4631 | 2017-08-30 07:30:54 | 78.98 | 95% |
| 3680 | 2017-06-16 09:54:24 | 66.06 | 92% |
| 1718 | 2017-04-01 14:55:59 | 63.58 | 81% |
| 195 | 2016-10-05 18:43:42 | 61.93 | 84% |