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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2013-11-05 05:32:50 | 69.92 | 90% |
| 1058 | 2013-09-17 06:25:47 | 80.81 | 95% |
| 165 | 2013-06-14 15:48:57 | 73.42 | 95% |