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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 238 | 2016-08-15 01:59:45 | 95.10 | 92% |
| 125 | 2012-04-06 03:06:32 | 82.87 | 92% |