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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9844 | 2022-12-09 01:52:54 | 98.86 | 98% |
| 2652 | 2022-05-28 03:55:38 | 83.70 | 97% |
| 1961 | 2017-08-07 12:49:05 | 66.50 | 97% |
| 1683 | 2017-07-02 20:38:18 | 69.14 | 96% |
| 1189 | 2017-03-30 20:39:46 | 77.76 | 94% |
| 894 | 2017-03-06 04:12:04 | 67.16 | 94% |
| 334 | 2016-03-24 20:52:52 | 54.93 | 90% |