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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1110 | 2014-09-18 08:39:37 | 57.35 | 97% |
| 965 | 2011-11-19 21:32:51 | 48.12 | 98% |