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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27273 | 2023-05-15 03:29:07 | 169.58 | 98.7% |
| 23881 | 2020-03-04 03:51:10 | 171.37 | 99.3% |
| 19347 | 2018-12-25 22:33:31 | 144.59 | 97.4% |
| 18103 | 2018-11-14 01:20:54 | 157.65 | 98.7% |
| 11077 | 2018-03-08 21:12:30 | 145.36 | 97% |
| 1234 | 2017-06-01 15:24:22 | 139.40 | 93% |