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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38512 | 2023-08-20 05:59:50 | 110.47 | 97% |
| 36966 | 2023-02-09 05:59:27 | 117.31 | 98% |
| 36108 | 2022-09-29 05:48:18 | 124.98 | 99% |
| 24126 | 2020-10-29 19:35:28 | 113.36 | 97% |
| 23813 | 2020-10-28 01:25:43 | 118.42 | 98% |
| 15133 | 2020-07-02 23:07:40 | 108.43 | 97% |
| 10277 | 2020-03-08 00:15:53 | 116.35 | 99% |
| 8193 | 2019-09-27 01:10:09 | 101.03 | 97% |