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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7033 | 2022-09-25 21:02:49 | 90.40 | 97% |
| 6251 | 2022-08-25 21:54:53 | 96.30 | 98% |
| 5974 | 2022-08-17 13:39:50 | 89.79 | 96% |
| 3768 | 2022-04-26 09:39:42 | 89.89 | 98% |
| 3725 | 2022-04-24 08:58:06 | 89.26 | 98% |
| 3276 | 2022-04-03 19:52:15 | 91.08 | 98% |
| 3195 | 2022-03-30 21:11:27 | 90.91 | 97% |