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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20830 | 2023-07-07 02:02:06 | 115.21 | 97% |
| 17200 | 2020-10-08 14:57:25 | 118.68 | 98% |
| 12706 | 2020-06-30 21:56:32 | 103.87 | 98% |
| 10528 | 2020-06-01 17:00:08 | 95.75 | 97% |
| 497 | 2019-06-17 04:05:27 | 74.57 | 95% |