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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22807 | 2023-09-04 12:02:28 | 92.03 | 94% |
| 17688 | 2022-06-04 13:26:23 | 88.88 | 96% |
| 17551 | 2022-05-23 20:18:23 | 75.11 | 94% |
| 15369 | 2022-01-16 23:47:24 | 81.77 | 96% |
| 6177 | 2019-05-01 00:29:45 | 72.51 | 95% |
| 4155 | 2018-12-02 23:37:50 | 67.83 | 93% |