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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20681 | 2022-06-19 22:05:55 | 95.19 | 97% |
| 10781 | 2021-03-13 13:54:44 | 88.46 | 97% |
| 10760 | 2021-03-13 10:13:55 | 91.23 | 97% |
| 9251 | 2021-01-31 22:27:04 | 92.34 | 96.9% |
| 6863 | 2020-12-19 23:25:29 | 72.05 | 95% |
| 5636 | 2020-11-25 22:06:24 | 77.28 | 94% |