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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16232 | 2021-01-29 13:53:51 | 78.04 | 96.2% |
| 15038 | 2020-09-29 10:44:52 | 72.46 | 95% |
| 14574 | 2020-08-26 17:07:25 | 57.90 | 92% |
| 10294 | 2019-10-26 05:21:33 | 63.12 | 95% |
| 4923 | 2019-06-03 05:23:50 | 57.16 | 94% |
| 2459 | 2018-10-03 12:46:02 | 45.85 | 94% |
| 2062 | 2018-09-24 07:38:46 | 45.26 | 93% |