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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 675 | 2013-06-01 15:58:28 | 42.96 | 90% |
| 223 | 2011-08-01 15:28:02 | 49.72 | 90% |