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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 789 | 2014-05-24 04:40:33 | 86.39 | 98% |
| 710 | 2012-11-18 01:32:51 | 59.66 | 97% |
| 244 | 2010-05-15 07:17:05 | 34.24 |