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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7934 | 2021-06-23 11:38:22 | 86.05 | 96% |
| 7465 | 2021-06-10 18:30:38 | 86.43 | 95% |
| 5950 | 2021-05-04 14:44:22 | 78.91 | 94% |
| 2494 | 2021-04-01 18:34:47 | 86.74 | 94% |