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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12499 | 2023-04-08 10:55:50 | 44.19 | 96% |
| 10073 | 2022-06-02 19:56:24 | 41.95 | 94% |
| 9865 | 2021-01-30 14:31:46 | 53.67 | 94.2% |
| 9855 | 2021-01-30 00:43:19 | 45.31 | 94.4% |
| 3918 | 2018-09-05 01:39:01 | 34.34 | 92% |
| 2518 | 2017-12-20 23:07:30 | 31.42 | 93% |
| 281 | 2016-09-25 00:23:23 | 23.01 | 81% |