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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 376 | 2017-02-19 06:07:50 | 41.92 | 83% |
| 88 | 2017-01-22 06:10:39 | 46.22 | 90% |