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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5531 | 2021-10-19 09:39:07 | 113.90 | 98% |
| 4687 | 2021-08-29 18:19:23 | 117.22 | 99% |
| 4683 | 2021-08-29 18:16:10 | 110.37 | 98% |
| 4341 | 2021-08-09 12:56:24 | 107.92 | 98% |
| 2848 | 2021-05-24 20:46:02 | 91.43 | 97% |
| 2480 | 2021-05-14 18:26:23 | 100.07 | 98% |
| 2156 | 2021-05-03 15:37:57 | 97.49 | 97% |