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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1095 | 2016-11-02 08:15:04 | 58.59 | 88% |
| 801 | 2013-09-02 05:08:14 | 65.76 | 96% |
| 200 | 2010-11-03 02:03:23 | 44.06 |