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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10882 | 2021-01-27 06:49:57 | 73.85 | 97% |
| 10088 | 2021-01-12 07:05:29 | 82.90 | 97% |
| 9383 | 2021-01-02 06:50:43 | 82.10 | 98% |
| 8437 | 2020-12-11 05:47:58 | 75.39 | 95% |
| 2736 | 2020-09-07 12:11:13 | 66.39 | 96% |