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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9773 | 2022-01-05 13:50:23 | 88.16 | 99% |
| 8469 | 2021-02-19 15:36:20 | 86.35 | 98.6% |
| 7640 | 2021-01-03 12:14:08 | 88.56 | 98% |
| 3912 | 2019-06-13 20:45:51 | 86.87 | 99% |
| 2046 | 2019-01-31 17:08:55 | 82.58 | 99% |
| 967 | 2018-12-20 11:24:48 | 71.34 | 98% |