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 |
---|---|---|---|
2094 | 2017-04-04 21:14:38 | 129.93 | 98% |
2045 | 2017-03-06 16:23:49 | 97.41 | 90% |
1873 | 2017-02-26 22:33:30 | 112.87 | 94% |
1800 | 2017-02-23 17:02:07 | 99.53 | 96% |
1492 | 2015-11-24 20:43:21 | 116.57 | 96% |
1425 | 2015-11-20 14:57:31 | 99.99 | 91% |
880 | 2014-01-23 01:41:16 | 94.85 | 93% |
752 | 2014-01-14 20:39:07 | 97.11 | 92% |
294 | 2013-08-22 17:36:51 | 95.24 | 95% |