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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18889 | 2023-08-16 04:12:09 | 88.46 | 98% |
| 17294 | 2023-05-11 18:46:35 | 86.89 | 98% |
| 16464 | 2023-04-08 10:21:34 | 87.31 | 97% |
| 15670 | 2023-03-21 12:38:34 | 82.98 | 98% |
| 12476 | 2023-01-05 15:30:07 | 66.22 | 96% |
| 4777 | 2022-11-02 13:19:47 | 62.38 | 96% |