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 |
---|---|---|---|
5963 | 2015-03-18 05:08:34 | 61.93 | 95% |
5439 | 2014-10-11 11:46:57 | 64.73 | 97% |
5285 | 2014-10-02 22:21:24 | 65.17 | 95% |
5145 | 2014-09-23 23:27:56 | 55.10 | 91% |
4983 | 2014-09-15 09:20:25 | 57.60 | 91% |
4659 | 2014-09-02 01:51:39 | 59.45 | 92% |
4606 | 2014-08-27 12:40:41 | 55.02 | 93% |
4589 | 2014-08-27 12:18:28 | 63.06 | 96% |
4289 | 2014-08-08 02:56:47 | 61.47 | 95% |
3729 | 2014-06-28 01:27:37 | 58.97 | 92% |
3664 | 2014-06-27 10:47:54 | 61.60 | 94% |
3462 | 2014-05-02 07:44:12 | 47.89 | 94% |
3397 | 2014-04-29 04:51:22 | 59.26 | 94% |
2739 | 2013-10-29 12:13:43 | 51.21 | 92% |
2583 | 2013-10-13 12:19:39 | 50.79 | 90% |
2337 | 2013-10-08 23:35:05 | 49.45 | 91% |
716 | 2013-07-26 11:51:37 | 38.86 | 95% |
513 | 2013-07-23 14:24:23 | 50.02 | 95% |
185 | 2013-07-12 10:53:43 | 51.10 | 91% |