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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4570 | 2023-02-06 20:36:52 | 70.12 | 96% |
| 4462 | 2022-12-20 16:24:34 | 76.04 | 97% |
| 4162 | 2022-07-07 19:37:37 | 76.19 | 96% |
| 4141 | 2022-06-26 11:35:05 | 73.84 | 96% |
| 2187 | 2020-06-29 18:32:08 | 56.63 | 93% |
| 696 | 2019-09-23 08:48:30 | 50.10 | 95% |