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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11230 | 2022-03-21 14:49:39 | 103.49 | 99% |
| 10074 | 2021-12-08 08:05:25 | 106.78 | 99% |
| 9805 | 2021-10-28 17:00:54 | 105.90 | 99% |
| 9308 | 2021-09-09 18:19:08 | 86.44 | 97% |
| 1472 | 2019-12-26 16:50:24 | 63.85 | 98% |