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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13970 | 2021-06-27 16:37:37 | 83.49 | 96% |
| 11671 | 2021-05-06 08:01:30 | 72.58 | 94% |
| 10533 | 2021-04-11 18:43:57 | 69.45 | 94% |
| 6829 | 2021-02-07 09:05:57 | 73.56 | 96% |
| 6079 | 2021-01-25 18:21:20 | 63.43 | 95% |
| 5695 | 2021-01-18 19:34:50 | 74.68 | 97% |
| 4808 | 2021-01-05 09:34:28 | 75.11 | 95% |
| 3149 | 2020-12-08 21:17:53 | 56.97 | 94% |