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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9536 | 2022-01-11 13:16:50 | 87.09 | 98% |
| 7581 | 2021-11-25 10:41:02 | 84.61 | 97% |
| 3044 | 2021-08-31 10:33:17 | 85.36 | 98% |
| 2396 | 2021-08-25 16:34:25 | 67.98 | 94% |
| 2331 | 2021-08-25 09:08:56 | 69.87 | 97% |