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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2240 | 2014-12-02 21:37:55 | 133.93 | 95% |
| 316 | 2011-02-15 02:06:53 | 75.87 |