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 |
---|---|---|---|
20229 | 2017-09-25 13:13:54 | 64.92 | 96% |
18480 | 2017-08-12 08:14:01 | 81.30 | 99% |
16893 | 2017-07-03 05:02:00 | 82.61 | 98% |
16466 | 2017-06-21 15:37:24 | 74.76 | 97% |
15249 | 2017-06-01 15:50:24 | 74.04 | 93% |
14842 | 2017-05-27 07:21:53 | 66.42 | 94% |
10014 | 2017-03-10 15:15:03 | 70.40 | 94% |
8223 | 2017-01-28 15:04:50 | 67.69 | 92% |
7910 | 2017-01-25 04:32:40 | 75.34 | 95% |
6368 | 2016-11-12 09:35:13 | 60.75 | 88% |
5103 | 2016-11-01 08:07:35 | 64.83 | 92% |
4295 | 2016-10-22 13:57:15 | 60.37 | 90% |
3483 | 2016-10-13 07:47:23 | 59.79 | 90% |
3182 | 2016-10-08 12:21:57 | 66.28 | 93% |
2982 | 2016-10-06 12:48:44 | 63.93 | 92% |
1667 | 2016-08-22 15:37:00 | 57.51 | 90% |
1330 | 2016-08-10 14:06:39 | 66.04 | 92% |
1185 | 2016-08-05 04:01:39 | 66.85 | 94% |
654 | 2016-07-20 17:22:27 | 50.44 | 91% |