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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23792 | 2021-12-05 07:55:38 | 87.20 | 97% |
| 22125 | 2021-04-30 23:15:42 | 128.95 | 99% |
| 21580 | 2021-04-10 13:12:35 | 113.99 | 98% |
| 18689 | 2021-03-02 09:56:45 | 117.83 | 97.1% |
| 15896 | 2021-02-20 01:53:17 | 132.79 | 99% |
| 11097 | 2021-01-21 18:13:09 | 107.22 | 97% |
| 745 | 2020-04-12 21:15:37 | 113.64 | 97% |