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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1988 | 2014-03-14 03:17:53 | 92.42 | 96% |
| 1805 | 2013-05-18 02:09:45 | 83.46 | 96% |