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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6024 | 2023-05-06 15:34:56 | 116.20 | 99% |
| 5921 | 2023-04-29 12:37:14 | 126.95 | 100% |
| 4215 | 2022-12-25 11:54:05 | 115.23 | 99% |
| 3038 | 2022-11-12 07:44:27 | 111.09 | 98% |