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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64385 | 2022-08-31 15:36:15 | 150.48 | 99% |
| 37220 | 2020-02-02 12:01:47 | 145.13 | 98% |
| 34361 | 2020-01-11 15:19:25 | 131.49 | 97% |
| 29299 | 2019-08-15 21:55:42 | 140.87 | 97% |
| 25840 | 2019-07-28 11:55:31 | 116.28 | 97% |
| 25098 | 2019-07-21 23:25:18 | 139.31 | 99% |
| 15971 | 2019-06-05 20:56:10 | 151.08 | 99% |
| 12072 | 2018-09-09 17:39:27 | 141.35 | 98% |
| 1645 | 2018-03-19 16:32:46 | 147.34 | 98% |
| 226 | 2018-03-07 15:54:25 | 141.61 | 98% |