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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16453 | 2021-12-23 16:26:25 | 123.71 | 97% |
| 12898 | 2020-05-11 09:43:49 | 110.18 | 96% |
| 11474 | 2020-03-28 13:12:43 | 126.42 | 96% |
| 4924 | 2019-12-16 07:48:29 | 103.12 | 97% |
| 2032 | 2017-11-27 12:00:39 | 97.67 | 96% |
| 919 | 2017-06-11 10:12:59 | 74.96 | 96% |
| 843 | 2017-06-05 13:32:05 | 59.39 | 94% |