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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12539 | 2023-08-12 15:47:29 | 141.07 | 97.8% |
| 7762 | 2022-01-11 21:01:23 | 125.64 | 98% |
| 4557 | 2021-11-19 13:22:13 | 127.56 | 98% |
| 3118 | 2021-10-26 15:17:30 | 104.95 | 97% |
| 1693 | 2021-05-22 15:14:42 | 110.30 | 98% |