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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33 | 2014-03-09 06:25:48 | 59.79 | 98% |
| 26 | 2014-03-09 06:11:12 | 52.01 | 92% |
| 4 | 2014-03-02 08:03:46 | 58.39 | 95% |