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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3738 | 2023-06-02 07:46:02 | 219.00 | 100% |
| 1423 | 2021-05-25 12:33:12 | 195.98 | 99% |
| 1351 | 2021-05-24 08:28:40 | 175.58 | 99% |
| 1253 | 2021-05-22 21:04:33 | 168.58 | 97% |