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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19500 | 2021-09-11 04:20:38 | 98.89 | 97% |
| 17672 | 2021-08-13 03:24:02 | 97.16 | 98% |
| 17003 | 2021-08-07 09:37:25 | 96.60 | 97% |
| 13556 | 2021-06-17 14:54:47 | 90.04 | 97% |
| 12576 | 2021-06-10 05:54:06 | 86.64 | 96% |
| 11922 | 2021-06-03 17:10:38 | 96.27 | 98% |
| 7683 | 2021-02-13 02:56:19 | 72.01 | 94% |