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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1461 | 2014-05-14 00:21:35 | 60.65 | 94% |
| 1108 | 2012-02-16 20:42:03 | 70.63 | 96% |