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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13553 | 2023-03-09 17:45:38 | 127.47 | 98% |
| 7756 | 2020-08-10 17:54:06 | 126.13 | 99% |
| 4409 | 2020-06-29 18:38:54 | 126.73 | 99% |
| 1712 | 2020-05-15 20:56:47 | 111.99 | 99% |