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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 589 | 2016-01-14 08:51:43 | 52.64 | 88% |
| 201 | 2016-01-06 09:17:30 | 42.83 | 81% |
| 182 | 2016-01-06 08:43:47 | 55.69 | 88% |