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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2014-06-21 01:21:28 | 107.33 | 97% |
| 147 | 2013-11-27 00:10:02 | 93.50 | 93% |