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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2014-03-19 14:15:02 | 95.22 | 95% |
| 66 | 2013-12-29 19:34:53 | 73.31 | 97% |