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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9383 | 2021-10-12 11:21:28 | 81.47 | 94% |
| 3374 | 2021-04-09 17:17:10 | 89.91 | 97% |
| 2943 | 2021-03-05 13:29:07 | 80.88 | 95% |
| 1385 | 2020-11-08 12:11:37 | 67.39 | 95% |
| 887 | 2020-10-27 12:48:27 | 73.87 | 96% |