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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 560 | 2014-09-02 00:36:44 | 114.97 | 97% |
| 95 | 2013-12-25 14:51:27 | 69.22 | 83% |