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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 784 | 2016-09-04 04:33:25 | 78.14 | 93% |
| 442 | 2013-04-13 03:28:28 | 60.19 | 93% |