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 |
---|---|---|---|
7285 | 2021-05-14 13:42:16 | 77.22 | 98% |
4863 | 2016-10-11 18:01:28 | 85.86 | 97% |
4767 | 2016-10-05 17:45:41 | 84.46 | 96% |
4159 | 2016-08-24 19:13:41 | 78.62 | 94% |
3911 | 2016-08-05 18:57:43 | 66.16 | 84% |
3671 | 2016-07-27 20:15:07 | 73.76 | 90% |
2413 | 2015-12-10 18:42:41 | 78.69 | 93% |
2242 | 2015-11-30 22:47:24 | 82.20 | 95% |
1670 | 2015-11-05 18:58:21 | 78.86 | 90% |
1227 | 2015-08-21 19:08:47 | 72.86 | 95% |
599 | 2015-06-29 20:46:11 | 58.93 | 88% |
392 | 2014-02-10 01:00:07 | 61.28 | 89% |