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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10644 | 2022-05-03 10:34:34 | 83.62 | 97% |
| 10353 | 2022-03-17 14:08:26 | 82.64 | 95% |
| 8686 | 2021-03-15 09:32:30 | 69.82 | 96% |
| 8282 | 2020-12-29 13:23:40 | 59.22 | 96% |