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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12397 | 2021-05-28 12:06:20 | 152.24 | 97% |
| 10323 | 2021-05-21 10:17:05 | 182.36 | 99% |
| 9771 | 2021-05-19 13:49:49 | 171.27 | 99% |
| 7277 | 2021-04-28 19:06:41 | 163.96 | 99% |
| 6483 | 2021-03-26 12:10:20 | 156.90 | 99% |
| 390 | 2017-08-07 13:55:43 | 147.50 | 98% |