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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2015-04-17 16:10:41 | 86.85 | 97% |
| 243 | 2014-09-04 16:44:45 | 79.82 | 96% |