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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7460 | 2022-02-13 08:41:24 | 104.31 | 98% |
| 5836 | 2020-10-31 06:24:31 | 106.98 | 99% |
| 1524 | 2016-04-14 09:44:25 | 92.60 | 94% |
| 1200 | 2015-01-27 20:15:40 | 80.27 | 90% |
| 398 | 2014-11-20 12:34:38 | 99.37 | 96% |