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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25529 | 2022-07-30 20:25:09 | 97.70 | 95% |
| 24475 | 2022-06-25 12:47:30 | 93.30 | 98% |
| 15807 | 2020-03-24 03:46:11 | 80.88 | 97% |
| 15391 | 2020-02-11 05:50:23 | 86.96 | 96% |
| 10068 | 2019-03-31 04:39:59 | 87.34 | 98% |
| 9031 | 2019-03-07 03:40:50 | 81.54 | 97% |
| 5406 | 2018-11-06 13:22:43 | 77.37 | 96% |
| 1172 | 2018-08-18 04:50:16 | 68.34 | 97% |