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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7975 | 2023-08-01 05:06:23 | 89.64 | 98% |
| 6718 | 2022-09-22 11:20:52 | 104.76 | 97% |
| 6123 | 2022-08-04 04:13:15 | 94.94 | 96% |
| 4274 | 2021-11-12 10:09:56 | 98.38 | 97% |
| 2416 | 2021-03-13 09:59:13 | 76.76 | 95% |
| 737 | 2021-01-20 05:07:48 | 68.48 | 96% |