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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11584 | 2022-12-14 10:32:53 | 101.06 | 99% |
| 6559 | 2017-11-27 04:03:43 | 95.74 | 98% |
| 4344 | 2017-09-05 04:11:59 | 100.33 | 99% |
| 1888 | 2017-04-14 00:23:11 | 96.60 | 97% |
| 913 | 2016-05-12 23:59:18 | 89.52 | 97% |