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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3142 | 2023-03-31 19:58:54 | 109.50 | 99% |
| 2908 | 2022-10-01 14:54:43 | 103.96 | 97% |
| 2568 | 2022-07-21 15:28:33 | 115.23 | 99% |
| 1452 | 2020-08-03 04:22:12 | 84.08 | 97% |
| 608 | 2020-05-08 20:45:55 | 96.02 | 97% |