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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2014-10-23 20:55:41 | 56.64 | 94% |
| 198 | 2014-07-13 22:11:41 | 63.83 | 91% |