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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2016-02-18 10:33:29 | 65.41 | 96% |
| 258 | 2016-02-18 07:38:26 | 59.83 | 92% |
| 213 | 2013-04-24 15:21:15 | 46.80 | 88% |
| 112 | 2012-10-10 18:44:35 | 50.82 | 97% |