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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9656 | 2021-11-01 21:03:45 | 84.70 | 98% |
| 8618 | 2021-03-02 20:35:57 | 77.11 | 99% |
| 3700 | 2019-06-24 18:51:19 | 78.09 | 98% |
| 2388 | 2018-08-29 19:09:56 | 83.04 | 98% |
| 519 | 2017-09-20 01:45:14 | 57.86 | 95% |