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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8882 | 2022-07-17 18:10:16 | 103.86 | 97% |
| 8138 | 2022-01-15 21:21:18 | 90.58 | 95% |
| 3033 | 2018-09-27 06:20:37 | 93.61 | 97% |
| 2880 | 2018-09-25 03:27:50 | 90.38 | 97% |
| 1297 | 2018-08-30 21:46:36 | 93.98 | 97% |