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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2016-01-10 19:43:03 | 72.61 | 90% |
| 26 | 2014-12-24 01:07:32 | 61.86 | 88% |