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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10684 | 2021-01-31 23:56:21 | 117.46 | 98.9% |
| 6670 | 2018-07-02 21:09:38 | 100.11 | 98% |
| 3393 | 2017-11-07 21:32:55 | 75.29 | 96% |
| 415 | 2015-09-10 19:09:59 | 66.26 | 94% |