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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1328 | 2021-07-17 07:03:53 | 111.34 | 95% |
| 1177 | 2021-07-07 19:58:17 | 118.12 | 98% |
| 847 | 2021-05-28 05:39:26 | 115.57 | 97% |
| 443 | 2020-07-17 04:29:13 | 108.27 | 97% |