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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5786 | 2022-07-19 01:16:36 | 104.85 | 98% |
| 2999 | 2017-03-28 15:45:03 | 82.11 | 90% |
| 2674 | 2017-03-05 06:57:04 | 85.10 | 92% |
| 823 | 2016-10-21 12:02:30 | 73.51 | 93% |
| 413 | 2016-09-07 17:11:08 | 81.22 | 94% |
| 325 | 2016-09-01 14:45:35 | 80.70 | 93% |
| 294 | 2016-09-01 11:27:07 | 73.45 | 90% |