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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39717 | 2023-07-17 23:57:12 | 107.60 | 96.9% |
| 39376 | 2023-07-08 00:35:58 | 123.52 | 98.3% |
| 36136 | 2023-05-09 14:05:41 | 105.64 | 96% |
| 35971 | 2023-05-08 13:48:00 | 125.87 | 97% |
| 34910 | 2023-04-29 12:37:14 | 126.50 | 99% |
| 11057 | 2020-11-24 07:20:32 | 108.48 | 98% |
| 6491 | 2018-07-14 05:47:13 | 89.92 | 97% |
| 6004 | 2018-07-07 08:58:52 | 84.04 | 96% |
| 562 | 2017-11-02 00:22:16 | 62.72 | 97% |
| 231 | 2016-10-22 10:01:51 | 41.93 | 87% |