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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11240 | 2021-10-19 19:20:05 | 163.36 | 100% |
| 10935 | 2021-09-17 16:36:14 | 161.39 | 99% |
| 10908 | 2021-09-14 17:18:55 | 166.01 | 99% |
| 9878 | 2021-04-05 14:46:59 | 160.63 | 99% |
| 8714 | 2021-03-03 20:41:42 | 177.55 | 100% |
| 8255 | 2021-02-02 17:40:36 | 152.92 | 99.3% |
| 1793 | 2019-11-19 18:37:56 | 154.78 | 99% |
| 1792 | 2019-11-19 18:36:57 | 151.62 | 99% |