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 |
---|---|---|---|
5553 | 2009-03-06 17:55:01 | 97.04 | |
5438 | 2009-03-03 15:18:21 | 96.69 | |
5437 | 2009-03-03 15:17:32 | 98.09 | |
5180 | 2009-02-23 15:18:49 | 104.84 | |
4969 | 2009-02-17 15:44:06 | 100.31 | |
3835 | 2008-12-30 20:30:09 | 103.46 | |
3745 | 2008-12-29 21:14:16 | 83.35 | |
3469 | 2008-12-17 17:42:07 | 100.79 | |
3458 | 2008-12-17 16:53:28 | 102.25 | |
3376 | 2008-12-15 22:11:11 | 88.86 | |
2903 | 2008-12-08 15:17:00 | 89.94 | |
2143 | 2008-11-24 20:21:11 | 95.02 | |
2137 | 2008-11-24 20:02:18 | 92.47 | |
2126 | 2008-11-24 18:31:42 | 96.16 | |
2037 | 2008-11-21 21:33:29 | 93.38 | |
1741 | 2008-11-19 19:22:55 | 93.49 | |
1444 | 2008-11-14 19:45:44 | 91.37 | |
1251 | 2008-11-13 17:40:19 | 97.61 | |
1249 | 2008-11-13 17:38:30 | 84.68 | |
114 | 2008-10-23 16:17:49 | 83.67 | |
35 | 2008-10-21 14:53:08 | 85.08 |