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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2013-01-30 03:58:49 | 71.26 | 97% |
| 593 | 2012-04-25 01:49:43 | 65.32 | 95% |