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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1606 | 2021-10-25 06:31:39 | 60.61 | 95% |
| 377 | 2021-09-20 09:15:23 | 52.64 | 94% |
| 291 | 2021-09-18 18:26:15 | 53.72 | 95% |
| 123 | 2021-09-13 12:29:58 | 41.27 | 93% |
| 48 | 2021-09-12 09:07:19 | 30.18 | 93% |