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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8125 | 2022-02-28 09:12:35 | 140.77 | 99% |
| 6097 | 2021-05-05 05:44:07 | 139.22 | 98% |
| 3952 | 2020-10-09 03:51:20 | 126.88 | 97% |
| 2477 | 2018-11-08 03:34:59 | 148.21 | 99% |
| 1217 | 2018-06-18 10:22:06 | 143.71 | 100% |