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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47472 | 2023-02-08 06:57:59 | 132.94 | 98% |
| 42362 | 2021-04-18 23:56:00 | 124.41 | 99% |
| 41167 | 2021-02-10 22:58:44 | 132.40 | 99.3% |
| 39549 | 2020-12-30 01:00:43 | 149.26 | 100% |
| 28276 | 2020-04-19 03:21:05 | 131.59 | 100% |
| 17638 | 2019-06-15 02:45:12 | 136.65 | 99% |
| 12729 | 2019-01-11 04:42:08 | 120.11 | 99% |
| 12368 | 2019-01-01 22:12:55 | 132.50 | 99% |
| 4754 | 2018-05-04 19:53:50 | 124.65 | 99% |
| 3309 | 2018-04-12 23:38:46 | 116.24 | 98% |
| 831 | 2018-03-08 00:35:24 | 117.16 | 99% |
| 325 | 2014-02-12 20:03:56 | 94.53 | 93% |
| 41 | 2012-09-29 02:30:42 | 90.96 | 99% |