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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11014 | 2023-08-10 06:11:22 | 89.66 | 96% |
| 7980 | 2021-04-14 09:08:44 | 77.37 | 94% |
| 5737 | 2021-01-06 06:58:14 | 73.66 | 94% |
| 5306 | 2021-01-01 06:51:53 | 80.52 | 94% |
| 2497 | 2020-11-04 05:05:26 | 105.92 | 97% |