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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 269 | 2020-05-05 04:13:55 | 66.50 | 97% |
| 137 | 2009-03-06 10:47:47 | 37.59 | |
| 106 | 2009-02-18 11:54:41 | 39.80 |