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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 510 | 2014-03-25 16:12:19 | 105.73 | 89% |
| 438 | 2014-01-21 16:23:26 | 89.88 | 89% |
| 287 | 2014-01-16 19:14:38 | 101.37 | 96% |