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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 428 | 2014-01-03 02:25:25 | 60.59 | 88% |
| 309 | 2013-12-24 05:37:37 | 52.57 | 84% |
| 113 | 2013-05-27 21:30:47 | 52.78 | 91% |
| 84 | 2013-05-25 20:52:49 | 51.50 | 91% |
| 3 | 2013-01-01 07:27:53 | 59.16 | 94% |