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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12056 | 2023-03-19 14:09:10 | 106.13 | 98% |
| 10704 | 2023-01-28 17:02:54 | 101.21 | 98% |
| 10164 | 2023-01-09 18:28:13 | 118.37 | 99% |
| 5279 | 2022-06-06 11:06:14 | 90.09 | 97% |
| 1880 | 2022-03-21 20:56:21 | 87.22 | 97% |
| 1259 | 2021-09-10 17:48:35 | 75.88 | 97% |