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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 166 | 2014-06-16 06:43:25 | 94.13 | 97% |
| 47 | 2013-04-29 08:56:52 | 81.61 | 96% |