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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35390 | 2021-03-20 03:21:24 | 150.29 | 98% |
| 28530 | 2020-09-27 02:39:43 | 169.33 | 99% |
| 25340 | 2020-08-15 17:16:56 | 171.69 | 99% |
| 24389 | 2020-07-26 19:36:29 | 155.01 | 99% |
| 13818 | 2020-05-06 06:25:39 | 153.70 | 99% |