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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39613 | 2023-05-01 21:14:20 | 153.16 | 99% |
| 37450 | 2022-12-22 19:03:30 | 146.61 | 99% |
| 32237 | 2022-11-05 16:20:09 | 128.80 | 98% |
| 31301 | 2022-11-02 19:31:05 | 130.87 | 99% |
| 30514 | 2022-10-25 21:09:02 | 141.94 | 98% |
| 6679 | 2020-12-14 16:54:05 | 126.88 | 98% |
| 4065 | 2020-11-18 23:26:21 | 136.04 | 98% |
| 2552 | 2020-11-05 14:42:54 | 115.71 | 98% |
| 1894 | 2020-11-02 01:49:06 | 135.27 | 99% |
| 1092 | 2020-10-17 02:39:11 | 122.40 | 99% |