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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 543 | 2014-03-06 07:19:33 | 81.20 | 95% |
| 135 | 2013-04-08 13:02:22 | 72.29 | 96% |