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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6649 | 2022-08-05 12:59:20 | 95.13 | 97% |
| 6000 | 2022-07-29 07:40:13 | 97.06 | 98% |
| 5868 | 2022-07-27 15:43:48 | 94.44 | 97% |
| 5562 | 2022-07-20 05:47:20 | 77.24 | 95% |
| 3017 | 2022-05-26 17:48:49 | 81.88 | 97% |