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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1356 | 2014-01-26 23:02:16 | 84.83 | 99% |
| 648 | 2013-08-25 12:08:15 | 62.98 | 94% |