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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 984 | 2014-06-13 09:54:56 | 60.13 | 90% |
| 642 | 2012-08-05 11:33:46 | 58.50 | 98% |
| 641 | 2012-08-04 14:37:57 | 54.15 | 95% |
| 267 | 2012-01-28 08:15:39 | 49.29 | 95% |