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 |
---|---|---|---|
7510 | 2012-03-23 21:24:16 | 75.61 | 91% |
7105 | 2012-02-24 22:12:52 | 82.69 | 96% |
6467 | 2011-12-12 13:08:00 | 73.44 | 90% |
6155 | 2011-10-29 13:27:58 | 67.84 | 88% |
5820 | 2011-08-26 00:05:51 | 62.03 | 82% |
5594 | 2011-07-03 21:50:20 | 67.04 | 88% |
5543 | 2011-06-30 23:13:23 | 70.16 | 90% |
4950 | 2011-06-20 22:21:53 | 70.22 | 93% |
4357 | 2011-06-11 20:43:22 | 69.19 | 89% |
3936 | 2011-05-21 19:53:19 | 60.73 | 85% |
3551 | 2011-05-14 16:23:25 | 59.11 | 88% |
2949 | 2011-04-24 19:16:13 | 69.10 | |
2825 | 2011-04-23 16:58:51 | 62.82 | |
2464 | 2011-04-09 19:29:41 | 55.55 | |
2307 | 2011-04-06 05:11:38 | 61.30 | 87% |
2279 | 2011-04-03 14:04:48 | 58.82 | |
1852 | 2011-02-27 19:48:19 | 64.06 | |
1822 | 2011-02-27 15:39:27 | 51.97 | |
357 | 2011-01-16 07:36:02 | 51.03 | |
88 | 2010-11-21 22:31:37 | 44.38 |