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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19019 | 2019-06-21 19:04:31 | 172.52 | 99% |
| 12315 | 2019-02-04 08:16:13 | 166.34 | 98% |
| 12195 | 2019-02-04 03:50:36 | 147.56 | 98% |
| 6261 | 2018-07-12 06:33:16 | 165.22 | 99% |
| 6101 | 2018-07-11 22:29:25 | 155.83 | 98% |
| 4874 | 2018-06-09 19:01:29 | 163.41 | 99% |
| 2716 | 2018-04-16 10:24:18 | 171.48 | 100% |