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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16507 | 2023-11-01 16:41:09 | 96.41 | 96.8% |
| 16017 | 2023-08-09 20:33:43 | 95.79 | 97.4% |
| 13025 | 2023-04-19 17:49:07 | 95.36 | 97% |
| 12081 | 2023-03-16 12:43:02 | 103.76 | 98% |
| 11250 | 2023-02-25 21:08:04 | 95.76 | 98% |
| 8487 | 2022-09-16 15:45:25 | 89.69 | 97% |
| 7752 | 2022-09-01 21:48:23 | 92.47 | 97% |
| 5691 | 2022-06-09 14:00:17 | 89.35 | 97% |
| 4339 | 2022-03-12 17:13:40 | 78.68 | 96% |
| 4310 | 2022-03-12 15:43:09 | 82.38 | 96% |
| 3078 | 2022-02-04 15:05:54 | 79.47 | 96% |
| 2043 | 2022-01-11 23:17:51 | 78.77 | 96% |