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 |
---|---|---|---|
1378 | 2017-02-15 10:40:50 | 59.33 | 95% |
1210 | 2016-12-27 17:29:08 | 68.83 | 95% |
1077 | 2016-12-03 22:01:53 | 66.91 | 96% |
535 | 2016-05-30 20:54:59 | 37.29 | 67% |
311 | 2016-05-04 15:18:26 | 77.02 | 92% |