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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7550 | 2021-03-17 14:34:03 | 97.85 | 97% |
| 6508 | 2021-01-05 17:06:10 | 80.82 | 96% |
| 4202 | 2020-06-17 23:09:10 | 104.05 | 99% |
| 1816 | 2020-01-09 22:06:55 | 99.95 | 98% |
| 182 | 2019-10-25 11:25:46 | 101.90 | 98% |