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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3805 | 2021-05-08 05:32:38 | 78.07 | 97% |
| 3612 | 2021-05-02 04:13:55 | 58.94 | 95% |
| 2119 | 2021-02-21 11:45:38 | 67.75 | 97% |
| 2058 | 2021-02-20 20:33:08 | 58.24 | 94% |
| 1890 | 2021-02-20 09:53:22 | 70.19 | 97% |