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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9581 | 2022-04-01 13:16:44 | 115.35 | 99% |
| 8405 | 2021-03-13 15:14:15 | 98.91 | 98% |
| 5400 | 2017-03-30 13:04:26 | 84.03 | 89% |
| 4763 | 2016-09-11 12:11:13 | 101.78 | 96% |
| 4467 | 2016-07-10 14:48:44 | 90.37 | 95% |
| 4148 | 2016-06-19 09:19:52 | 92.25 | 96% |
| 2471 | 2016-01-03 04:06:28 | 84.38 | 94% |
| 2104 | 2015-12-05 12:57:22 | 83.54 | 91% |
| 1414 | 2015-09-22 10:02:10 | 86.52 | 95% |
| 1171 | 2015-09-12 15:09:52 | 91.26 | 99% |
| 1072 | 2015-09-05 12:28:13 | 85.12 | 95% |
| 753 | 2015-07-05 04:44:36 | 86.60 | 97% |
| 263 | 2014-10-02 14:21:00 | 70.53 | 91% |