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 |
---|---|---|---|
12730 | 2019-02-19 18:17:45 | 71.50 | 99% |
11690 | 2017-06-01 04:37:26 | 61.96 | 89% |
8208 | 2017-02-02 17:41:40 | 63.26 | 94% |
7976 | 2017-01-17 04:41:46 | 57.62 | 90% |
6320 | 2016-06-06 07:40:57 | 55.17 | 86% |
6297 | 2016-06-06 05:48:48 | 53.82 | 86% |
6281 | 2016-06-06 03:24:40 | 55.68 | 88% |
5941 | 2016-05-12 11:47:11 | 62.19 | 92% |
5025 | 2016-04-21 10:14:03 | 58.42 | 93% |
4759 | 2016-04-16 13:28:40 | 56.23 | 94% |
4577 | 2016-04-06 15:43:25 | 52.13 | 88% |
4566 | 2016-04-05 04:47:27 | 49.98 | 85% |
4402 | 2016-03-28 03:32:39 | 44.75 | 84% |
4394 | 2016-03-28 02:13:22 | 47.17 | 87% |
3743 | 2016-03-08 15:43:18 | 46.95 | 92% |
3022 | 2016-02-11 04:44:25 | 43.73 | 87% |
1944 | 2016-01-05 02:17:00 | 38.85 | 86% |
1828 | 2016-01-04 01:49:00 | 40.11 | 85% |
300 | 2010-07-22 06:00:12 | 60.24 | |
62 | 2010-05-21 10:01:09 | 56.02 |