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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1421 | 2022-11-04 11:29:42 | 47.53 | 95% |
| 1103 | 2022-10-31 12:59:19 | 44.98 | 97% |
| 1030 | 2022-10-31 06:30:05 | 41.00 | 94% |
| 1006 | 2022-10-31 05:31:54 | 37.45 | 94% |
| 492 | 2022-10-25 12:18:37 | 35.06 | 92% |
| 193 | 2022-10-12 15:22:41 | 30.47 | 92% |