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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2859 | 2021-12-13 20:46:42 | 104.50 | 98% |
| 1939 | 2021-11-16 02:39:31 | 100.65 | 97% |
| 1519 | 2021-11-06 20:09:54 | 95.79 | 97% |
| 1157 | 2021-10-30 16:07:31 | 82.81 | 95% |
| 426 | 2021-10-15 23:34:53 | 99.73 | 97% |