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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16963 | 2022-11-14 12:51:25 | 97.27 | 98% |
| 16318 | 2021-06-26 18:51:02 | 121.48 | 99% |
| 12047 | 2020-03-24 01:57:32 | 94.10 | 98% |
| 7829 | 2019-11-25 04:25:37 | 102.31 | 98% |
| 7427 | 2019-11-17 21:27:10 | 101.29 | 98% |