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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4132 | 2023-08-20 07:41:59 | 63.02 | 95.3% |
| 3953 | 2023-08-19 15:32:46 | 61.18 | 96.4% |
| 3163 | 2023-08-16 15:00:05 | 55.15 | 94.7% |
| 2904 | 2023-08-15 13:32:24 | 60.49 | 95.4% |
| 2053 | 2023-08-10 12:14:18 | 56.47 | 94.7% |