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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7105 | 2021-07-14 19:35:59 | 103.31 | 98% |
| 6225 | 2021-02-07 21:35:39 | 88.67 | 96.9% |
| 5114 | 2021-01-17 19:19:51 | 69.60 | 96% |
| 940 | 2018-11-18 01:09:17 | 89.11 | 97% |
| 691 | 2018-11-03 18:53:01 | 77.22 | 98% |