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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11767 | 2023-04-04 22:02:05 | 102.77 | 97% |
| 9386 | 2023-01-17 21:24:10 | 103.93 | 97% |
| 6318 | 2022-09-20 02:47:08 | 101.45 | 96% |
| 6249 | 2022-09-19 15:21:54 | 116.75 | 98% |
| 5690 | 2022-08-30 21:49:48 | 111.57 | 97% |
| 3989 | 2022-07-26 02:10:03 | 93.38 | 97% |