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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32208 | 2022-03-29 11:43:04 | 119.72 | 99% |
| 31411 | 2022-03-15 22:03:23 | 122.44 | 98% |
| 29283 | 2022-02-17 16:21:00 | 116.81 | 98% |
| 25104 | 2022-01-12 23:10:10 | 116.92 | 97% |
| 21528 | 2021-12-23 18:47:04 | 124.90 | 99% |
| 18755 | 2021-11-20 14:26:18 | 115.22 | 98% |
| 18105 | 2021-11-15 12:23:05 | 121.01 | 99% |
| 15667 | 2021-07-10 15:24:35 | 125.80 | 99% |
| 14323 | 2021-05-10 12:42:58 | 94.47 | 97% |
| 5382 | 2020-12-06 16:52:11 | 98.40 | 97% |