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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12304 | 2022-08-16 18:28:28 | 103.72 | 97% |
| 12061 | 2022-05-13 00:25:09 | 109.47 | 97% |
| 11343 | 2021-12-08 19:35:15 | 100.70 | 96% |
| 8718 | 2021-07-23 05:57:39 | 96.31 | 96% |
| 6206 | 2021-05-27 07:27:53 | 96.80 | 97% |
| 1561 | 2021-03-23 06:19:00 | 86.34 | 96% |