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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15557 | 2023-10-25 08:45:06 | 121.03 | 98.3% |
| 14864 | 2023-10-14 05:02:42 | 112.40 | 99.3% |
| 10962 | 2023-01-12 04:01:47 | 119.85 | 98% |
| 9571 | 2022-12-04 07:10:30 | 118.72 | 98% |
| 6754 | 2022-10-11 03:57:37 | 102.55 | 97% |