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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2014-06-22 06:15:32 | 98.60 | 97% |
| 549 | 2013-08-11 02:48:20 | 89.39 | 95% |
| 548 | 2013-08-08 05:10:47 | 80.89 | 92% |