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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16197 | 2021-04-29 01:44:12 | 97.25 | 97% |
| 14631 | 2021-01-19 04:02:38 | 91.18 | 96% |
| 8374 | 2020-03-22 10:04:34 | 78.42 | 94% |
| 5417 | 2019-12-13 13:09:47 | 71.81 | 92% |
| 2954 | 2019-10-17 01:30:59 | 68.67 | 94% |
| 1494 | 2019-04-26 13:54:32 | 62.90 | 95% |
| 1386 | 2019-03-23 23:20:01 | 61.88 | 95% |