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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1472 | 2012-09-30 08:04:48 | 59.80 | 97% |
| 777 | 2012-09-06 11:25:57 | 59.00 | 97% |