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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15543 | 2022-05-14 06:24:38 | 100.92 | 99% |
| 10322 | 2020-02-21 10:33:10 | 92.81 | 98% |
| 10239 | 2020-02-02 10:03:58 | 89.70 | 97% |
| 5175 | 2018-08-13 09:33:08 | 105.05 | 99% |
| 2995 | 2018-04-27 02:41:35 | 92.93 | 99% |
| 2708 | 2018-04-16 05:41:55 | 94.49 | 100% |
| 2318 | 2018-03-23 02:17:41 | 90.53 | 99% |