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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4334 | 2021-03-26 14:48:17 | 112.47 | 98% |
| 1666 | 2017-05-13 17:12:10 | 106.20 | 94% |
| 383 | 2016-07-09 16:21:42 | 97.39 | 91% |
| 121 | 2016-01-25 14:50:34 | 92.11 | 89% |
| 82 | 2016-01-17 19:33:27 | 92.10 | 92% |