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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 259 | 2015-03-19 07:58:53 | 68.95 | 92% |
| 220 | 2012-02-14 20:32:33 | 60.11 | 90% |