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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5725 | 2023-08-19 20:08:40 | 68.90 | 95.9% |
| 2843 | 2023-01-17 21:45:21 | 60.45 | 95% |
| 2744 | 2023-01-15 09:16:40 | 68.71 | 97% |
| 1677 | 2022-12-23 22:51:30 | 67.89 | 97% |
| 1546 | 2022-12-23 11:11:21 | 64.13 | 96% |