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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4539 | 2021-03-01 17:58:22 | 80.41 | 95% |
| 4390 | 2021-02-26 16:18:15 | 71.47 | 93.9% |
| 4323 | 2021-02-25 14:58:55 | 73.98 | 95.1% |
| 2189 | 2021-01-06 10:14:34 | 61.27 | 95% |
| 1616 | 2020-12-29 07:44:54 | 71.72 | 97% |
| 548 | 2020-10-17 05:34:42 | 58.17 | 95% |