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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10095 | 2022-10-11 14:14:00 | 122.63 | 98% |
| 9545 | 2021-12-27 00:56:36 | 117.10 | 98% |
| 4822 | 2020-09-25 15:32:50 | 122.72 | 98% |
| 3336 | 2019-11-29 22:47:51 | 127.57 | 98% |
| 14 | 2019-01-01 22:13:02 | 101.79 | 96% |