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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9232 | 2021-06-01 21:24:35 | 95.38 | 98% |
| 8097 | 2021-05-11 18:41:53 | 102.20 | 97% |
| 6228 | 2021-04-20 23:27:33 | 98.07 | 99% |
| 4420 | 2021-04-08 06:11:59 | 91.06 | 97% |
| 3989 | 2021-04-04 08:00:55 | 98.36 | 98% |
| 1161 | 2021-02-18 19:56:44 | 95.35 | 96.3% |