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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18378 | 2023-07-22 20:12:43 | 169.60 | 99% |
| 2741 | 2019-03-02 20:04:02 | 158.47 | 98% |
| 2449 | 2019-03-01 15:40:49 | 143.09 | 98% |
| 1035 | 2014-11-07 18:45:20 | 121.53 | 98% |
| 143 | 2014-10-20 13:13:50 | 127.10 | 97% |
| 49 | 2014-10-19 14:49:40 | 123.35 | 97% |