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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 796 | 2015-01-27 09:03:46 | 69.03 | 93% |
| 118 | 2013-01-14 09:36:16 | 65.78 | 92% |