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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16270 | 2021-06-22 09:09:42 | 116.19 | 98% |
| 14868 | 2021-05-20 13:03:02 | 122.89 | 98% |
| 14229 | 2021-04-26 14:13:54 | 125.61 | 99% |
| 13459 | 2021-04-08 15:44:10 | 115.12 | 98% |
| 10377 | 2020-10-14 09:45:12 | 102.80 | 97% |
| 8805 | 2020-09-15 13:39:04 | 117.70 | 100% |
| 3007 | 2020-06-22 10:50:23 | 98.77 | 97% |