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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8691 | 2023-02-23 15:34:25 | 90.61 | 96% |
| 8207 | 2023-02-17 05:14:32 | 83.97 | 96% |
| 7251 | 2023-02-03 09:48:09 | 91.81 | 97% |
| 6227 | 2023-01-11 08:10:39 | 80.88 | 95% |
| 5106 | 2022-12-13 07:38:58 | 75.40 | 95% |
| 1613 | 2021-07-11 08:09:32 | 72.95 | 95% |