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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1488 | 2013-05-23 21:56:22 | 63.18 | 94% |
| 319 | 2012-12-25 03:22:17 | 45.29 | 88% |
| 151 | 2012-12-23 14:03:03 | 45.95 | 91% |