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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7601 | 2021-08-04 16:18:45 | 118.93 | 99% |
| 3209 | 2015-08-18 04:22:48 | 109.09 | 94% |
| 450 | 2014-05-13 07:50:30 | 108.25 | 96% |
| 293 | 2014-05-07 04:24:13 | 105.86 | 96% |
| 32 | 2014-04-29 14:55:11 | 103.45 | 94% |