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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25676 | 2021-10-13 23:39:24 | 84.33 | 97% |
| 23672 | 2021-02-13 11:52:41 | 77.56 | 96.5% |
| 10298 | 2019-08-30 18:04:35 | 78.11 | 97% |
| 5182 | 2019-06-09 17:09:08 | 77.50 | 99% |
| 245 | 2018-09-27 15:53:02 | 49.60 | 97% |