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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4682 | 2021-10-04 04:17:49 | 82.51 | 97% |
| 4009 | 2021-06-11 09:22:36 | 79.02 | 97% |
| 2892 | 2020-12-12 06:24:56 | 81.01 | 97% |
| 2866 | 2020-12-11 11:40:29 | 77.66 | 96% |
| 881 | 2020-03-12 10:38:19 | 79.35 | 98% |