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 |
---|---|---|---|
613 | 2012-11-13 17:59:06 | 115.94 | 97% |
449 | 2012-10-29 02:01:31 | 101.86 | 90% |
230 | 2011-09-14 22:26:24 | 105.92 | 94% |
161 | 2011-07-28 03:20:43 | 119.57 | 98% |