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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11856 | 2022-01-17 05:37:52 | 71.86 | 95% |
| 10344 | 2021-11-13 12:49:09 | 77.96 | 97% |
| 7640 | 2021-09-26 09:13:31 | 67.39 | 95% |
| 5138 | 2021-08-14 06:53:28 | 71.11 | 98% |
| 3224 | 2021-07-12 13:48:38 | 69.38 | 96% |
| 2002 | 2021-06-18 02:42:54 | 62.02 | 96% |