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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1814 | 2015-11-15 22:16:21 | 64.84 | 94% |
| 899 | 2010-10-16 14:55:13 | 56.69 |