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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 222 | 2014-12-27 09:20:42 | 67.92 | 88% |
| 214 | 2014-12-26 09:01:45 | 65.08 | 91% |