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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 477 | 2013-10-13 12:09:29 | 54.67 | 96% |
| 398 | 2013-10-10 21:43:12 | 50.92 | 94% |