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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2700 | 2021-07-07 08:23:29 | 105.05 | 99% |
| 2546 | 2021-06-04 15:22:39 | 97.36 | 99% |
| 1503 | 2021-02-04 04:02:46 | 91.80 | 97.2% |
| 1081 | 2021-01-19 04:02:43 | 80.11 | 97% |