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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29626 | 2021-11-11 23:58:28 | 160.36 | 99% |
| 25777 | 2020-05-14 08:03:01 | 165.59 | 100% |
| 22220 | 2019-03-25 21:36:30 | 150.88 | 98% |
| 20485 | 2019-02-13 23:07:20 | 127.86 | 98% |
| 15803 | 2018-11-02 07:12:57 | 141.23 | 98% |
| 14318 | 2018-10-12 00:37:45 | 147.67 | 97% |
| 13166 | 2018-09-29 15:17:34 | 119.23 | 96% |
| 10114 | 2018-09-05 22:06:57 | 132.37 | 99% |
| 6344 | 2018-08-16 06:05:41 | 109.57 | 96% |
| 1355 | 2018-07-12 00:27:08 | 121.05 | 98% |
| 427 | 2018-07-08 01:43:57 | 122.39 | 98% |
| 309 | 2018-07-07 08:58:43 | 109.06 | 96% |