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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9096 | 2022-06-02 03:39:02 | 72.63 | 96% |
| 8520 | 2022-03-04 10:44:38 | 84.01 | 98% |
| 7645 | 2022-01-10 09:22:09 | 57.84 | 98% |
| 6517 | 2021-12-26 06:17:21 | 72.21 | 98% |
| 6339 | 2021-12-23 13:39:43 | 71.82 | 97% |
| 145 | 2021-07-12 16:25:30 | 43.16 | 92% |