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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13792 | 2023-02-23 20:10:53 | 130.93 | 98% |
| 12565 | 2022-04-07 20:50:00 | 125.36 | 98% |
| 9527 | 2021-11-08 02:51:40 | 135.25 | 99% |
| 7032 | 2021-07-11 15:05:23 | 115.40 | 97% |
| 4630 | 2021-03-17 18:21:00 | 136.75 | 99% |