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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1286 | 2014-05-18 12:12:53 | 81.95 | 91% |
| 353 | 2012-09-04 15:56:01 | 62.25 | 95% |