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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14841 | 2023-09-01 09:49:11 | 104.75 | 97% |
| 10595 | 2022-10-17 12:22:03 | 71.00 | 96% |
| 10453 | 2022-10-17 03:17:04 | 81.72 | 98% |
| 9292 | 2022-07-06 12:56:16 | 83.71 | 96% |
| 6865 | 2022-01-06 04:26:16 | 81.04 | 97% |
| 2819 | 2021-07-05 00:51:41 | 69.26 | 96% |