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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4939 | 2021-11-18 00:08:09 | 82.72 | 97% |
| 3127 | 2017-11-18 02:02:33 | 81.26 | 96% |
| 2486 | 2017-07-22 12:13:52 | 86.48 | 98% |
| 1854 | 2014-10-21 00:26:35 | 75.45 | 92% |
| 1771 | 2014-10-04 00:03:52 | 77.34 | 95% |
| 516 | 2013-11-20 00:35:40 | 71.89 | 94% |
| 435 | 2013-11-15 23:17:24 | 68.55 | 90% |
| 283 | 2013-11-03 22:45:54 | 66.73 | 90% |