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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1216 | 2014-03-24 20:15:23 | 94.63 | 96% |
| 498 | 2009-07-28 22:04:16 | 72.59 |