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 |
---|---|---|---|
5999 | 2012-01-27 17:08:58 | 97.24 | 93% |
4674 | 2011-12-20 19:14:04 | 100.68 | 95% |
4340 | 2011-04-30 20:18:02 | 85.99 | |
4257 | 2011-04-14 18:43:39 | 87.20 | |
4189 | 2011-03-11 01:43:05 | 88.87 | |
3750 | 2011-02-21 20:10:30 | 83.79 | |
3507 | 2011-02-17 03:32:47 | 81.78 | |
3302 | 2011-02-14 00:08:56 | 83.98 | |
2702 | 2011-01-30 22:09:19 | 81.84 | |
2398 | 2011-01-23 21:08:16 | 78.38 | |
2242 | 2011-01-21 17:01:51 | 81.06 | |
2167 | 2011-01-20 20:15:08 | 73.88 | |
1440 | 2010-12-29 20:14:12 | 33.05 | |
1077 | 2010-12-20 21:33:23 | 73.88 | |
983 | 2010-12-17 04:13:24 | 56.43 | |
925 | 2010-12-16 20:43:18 | 66.68 | |
723 | 2010-12-13 23:01:22 | 56.47 | |
495 | 2010-05-24 17:20:34 | 58.76 | |
232 | 2010-03-24 17:50:00 | 53.24 | |
201 | 2010-03-19 20:06:15 | 48.12 |