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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14449 | 2019-06-05 20:56:09 | 157.76 | 100% |
| 13567 | 2018-12-10 00:49:13 | 148.83 | 99% |
| 12104 | 2018-07-24 14:08:06 | 147.43 | 98% |
| 10014 | 2017-11-22 02:38:18 | 130.99 | 98% |
| 546 | 2017-07-09 17:43:08 | 140.42 | 99% |