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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9259 | 2021-07-24 10:57:29 | 144.84 | 100% |
| 2963 | 2021-03-28 12:44:50 | 130.54 | 99% |
| 2425 | 2021-03-26 22:24:01 | 125.79 | 99% |
| 2253 | 2021-03-26 03:56:54 | 124.12 | 98% |
| 2212 | 2021-03-26 03:06:52 | 133.29 | 100% |