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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26014 | 2023-07-24 11:05:38 | 94.53 | 99% |
| 19087 | 2023-04-25 12:33:05 | 83.01 | 97% |
| 15062 | 2023-03-13 20:47:57 | 88.72 | 98% |
| 11625 | 2023-02-03 13:28:23 | 71.11 | 95% |
| 8792 | 2022-12-29 17:36:39 | 78.25 | 98% |
| 8344 | 2022-12-20 19:48:10 | 97.19 | 98% |
| 3799 | 2022-08-25 21:31:43 | 81.92 | 97% |
| 1840 | 2022-06-16 09:17:26 | 72.95 | 96% |