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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19915 | 2020-05-17 03:04:59 | 122.01 | 97% |
| 17813 | 2020-03-30 08:47:21 | 151.25 | 100% |
| 13731 | 2019-06-24 00:10:57 | 137.58 | 99% |
| 9211 | 2018-10-18 04:49:20 | 135.16 | 98% |
| 8888 | 2018-10-07 03:34:13 | 136.93 | 98% |
| 7915 | 2018-08-24 10:48:21 | 134.44 | 99% |
| 5439 | 2018-06-12 03:48:12 | 124.40 | 98% |
| 406 | 2017-09-21 07:47:14 | 117.60 | 99% |