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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21593 | 2022-06-04 03:14:36 | 120.68 | 100% |
| 20063 | 2022-03-14 16:39:01 | 118.65 | 99% |
| 14493 | 2021-10-15 04:53:20 | 104.50 | 98% |
| 13412 | 2021-09-30 20:21:13 | 112.01 | 99% |
| 11464 | 2021-08-22 13:55:11 | 109.69 | 99% |
| 11021 | 2021-08-06 11:03:47 | 109.61 | 99% |
| 2382 | 2021-04-09 06:34:43 | 99.03 | 98% |
| 62 | 2020-12-12 09:13:02 | 110.98 | 99% |