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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1304 | 2014-02-22 14:49:43 | 54.44 | 97% |
| 738 | 2014-01-26 10:48:40 | 49.58 | 96% |
| 487 | 2014-01-16 21:10:32 | 43.26 | 95% |