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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 639 | 2013-07-10 22:23:37 | 120.61 | 97% |
| 92 | 2012-10-06 21:56:08 | 99.09 | 95% |