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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14246 | 2023-11-01 15:33:26 | 49.43 | 94.3% |
| 13231 | 2023-10-02 05:47:29 | 68.51 | 99.3% |
| 12788 | 2023-09-27 02:44:24 | 58.42 | 96.1% |
| 7901 | 2023-05-24 15:21:58 | 57.00 | 97% |
| 7172 | 2023-05-18 14:43:55 | 54.33 | 95% |
| 5478 | 2023-05-04 13:50:54 | 65.44 | 98% |
| 3682 | 2023-04-22 15:14:03 | 58.07 | 98% |
| 3055 | 2023-04-18 14:00:59 | 51.28 | 95% |