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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2014-08-08 04:38:45 | 73.63 | 90% |
| 30 | 2010-02-02 19:00:28 | 37.86 |