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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 998 | 2014-12-18 18:38:58 | 71.01 | 96% |
| 409 | 2013-08-22 06:09:26 | 63.04 | 96% |
| 312 | 2013-06-22 07:37:30 | 55.10 | 90% |