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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8280 | 2018-03-02 17:52:50 | 65.66 | 97% |
| 1102 | 2017-06-04 17:53:32 | 38.45 | 94% |
| 728 | 2017-05-19 06:54:59 | 40.38 | 90% |