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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28149 | 2023-01-01 01:14:55 | 123.35 | 98% |
| 25019 | 2021-01-15 03:15:59 | 106.95 | 97% |
| 21757 | 2020-09-18 23:37:01 | 109.65 | 97% |
| 17526 | 2020-06-08 05:07:04 | 105.28 | 98% |
| 15092 | 2020-04-07 19:47:53 | 108.39 | 98% |
| 14329 | 2020-03-22 01:16:46 | 89.47 | 96% |
| 7283 | 2019-10-29 02:59:03 | 86.09 | 95% |
| 5985 | 2019-10-01 20:54:53 | 97.75 | 97% |