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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2052 | 2016-07-07 11:29:46 | 74.71 | 94% |
| 21 | 2008-12-04 20:35:56 | 45.11 | |
| 9 | 2008-12-04 14:01:43 | 37.95 |