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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 257 | 2014-11-12 11:54:46 | 80.14 | 88% |
| 132 | 2014-09-18 14:39:08 | 70.99 | 83% |
| 119 | 2014-05-06 14:37:08 | 74.58 | 89% |