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 |
---|---|---|---|
1698 | 2014-01-28 05:32:45 | 47.26 | 88% |
1685 | 2014-01-26 17:58:20 | 48.18 | 93% |
1064 | 2013-12-26 13:40:48 | 56.23 | 95% |
927 | 2013-12-10 06:48:29 | 49.42 | 94% |
530 | 2012-10-01 10:12:59 | 34.77 | 90% |
399 | 2012-08-27 19:42:32 | 38.38 | 92% |