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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2015-02-08 02:55:11 | 47.20 | 92% |
| 250 | 2014-10-01 00:32:50 | 41.70 | 88% |