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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13342 | 2023-03-06 04:10:31 | 86.76 | 99% |
| 11075 | 2021-01-03 14:11:01 | 70.67 | 97% |
| 9919 | 2020-11-30 08:25:06 | 74.76 | 99% |
| 5312 | 2020-10-23 13:45:29 | 52.13 | 96% |
| 4784 | 2020-10-20 13:10:43 | 54.95 | 97% |
| 2801 | 2020-09-22 08:17:28 | 46.01 | 93% |
| 2606 | 2020-09-21 10:47:30 | 44.82 | 94% |