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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10482 | 2022-05-17 12:18:29 | 75.08 | 95% |
| 7243 | 2022-02-13 08:01:47 | 70.73 | 94% |
| 6506 | 2022-02-04 17:01:22 | 72.50 | 95% |
| 6225 | 2022-02-01 17:51:11 | 59.76 | 93% |
| 5803 | 2022-01-28 17:09:02 | 72.95 | 95% |
| 2503 | 2021-11-15 07:07:55 | 79.24 | 96% |
| 1482 | 2021-10-26 17:10:16 | 76.23 | 94% |
| 1394 | 2021-10-26 07:30:04 | 65.08 | 95% |
| 928 | 2021-10-17 08:56:13 | 75.04 | 95% |