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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4524 | 2023-02-19 12:08:06 | 115.75 | 99% |
| 4407 | 2023-02-15 23:24:12 | 103.72 | 98% |
| 3306 | 2022-09-20 19:23:21 | 90.46 | 96% |
| 894 | 2017-11-18 16:51:54 | 103.40 | 97% |
| 340 | 2016-08-18 15:41:54 | 92.74 | 98% |