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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9050 | 2020-07-02 02:38:21 | 88.88 | 96% |
| 8803 | 2020-06-27 20:00:06 | 86.70 | 97% |
| 6056 | 2020-04-22 17:19:05 | 83.13 | 96% |
| 4855 | 2020-04-08 20:16:08 | 87.75 | 97% |
| 3669 | 2020-03-27 03:33:48 | 76.70 | 96% |
| 1433 | 2020-02-28 02:48:52 | 81.83 | 97% |