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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2441 | 2013-12-19 11:46:52 | 81.09 | 81% |
| 2220 | 2013-11-29 16:32:24 | 102.01 | 90% |
| 1299 | 2013-04-16 13:38:51 | 94.08 | 90% |