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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3663 | 2022-09-04 10:15:46 | 65.94 | 95% |
| 1972 | 2022-06-08 06:42:58 | 59.98 | 95% |
| 1492 | 2022-04-06 05:47:43 | 70.27 | 96% |
| 1169 | 2022-03-12 18:52:26 | 63.91 | 94% |
| 886 | 2021-10-09 03:15:10 | 50.81 | 94% |