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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9093 | 2021-08-01 10:36:34 | 92.42 | 98% |
| 8958 | 2021-07-16 13:34:44 | 80.73 | 95% |
| 7881 | 2021-05-14 21:45:22 | 88.93 | 97% |
| 7514 | 2021-05-07 18:11:03 | 96.43 | 97% |
| 6603 | 2021-03-23 21:23:11 | 91.23 | 97% |
| 5574 | 2021-02-12 16:00:37 | 92.54 | 96.7% |
| 5277 | 2021-02-01 13:38:09 | 85.24 | 97.5% |
| 4356 | 2020-12-12 23:21:01 | 89.89 | 97% |
| 3909 | 2020-10-24 18:28:42 | 90.69 | 97% |
| 590 | 2020-06-05 09:13:23 | 70.96 | 95% |
| 346 | 2020-05-28 10:54:52 | 85.21 | 98% |