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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1546 | 2015-05-24 01:41:02 | 47.81 | 87% |
| 1475 | 2015-05-15 22:43:58 | 51.50 | 93% |
| 720 | 2015-03-22 19:21:12 | 33.97 | 90% |