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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2016-06-18 22:37:28 | 69.86 | 92% |
| 523 | 2016-05-04 21:08:56 | 53.29 | 92% |
| 451 | 2016-05-04 14:21:38 | 50.23 | 89% |