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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 722 | 2014-04-17 02:52:00 | 86.92 | 90% |
| 463 | 2013-04-10 00:48:00 | 80.43 | 90% |