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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12111 | 2023-08-28 11:57:14 | 70.79 | 96% |
| 6848 | 2021-05-29 11:23:12 | 73.32 | 97% |
| 4808 | 2021-02-21 07:03:51 | 57.14 | 95.6% |
| 3211 | 2021-02-14 06:20:17 | 58.32 | 97% |
| 3003 | 2021-02-13 09:06:21 | 49.71 | 95.9% |
| 2306 | 2021-02-10 09:11:44 | 50.57 | 96% |
| 781 | 2021-02-02 18:04:37 | 40.92 | 97% |