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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 914 | 2014-06-03 18:31:16 | 86.31 | 94% |
| 427 | 2014-05-08 18:26:34 | 94.50 | 97% |