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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 421 | 2013-02-02 21:15:49 | 79.79 | 91% |
| 340 | 2012-08-25 11:35:22 | 73.38 | 88% |