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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 726 | 2014-11-17 08:01:15 | 114.33 | 94% |
| 300 | 2013-06-09 20:26:27 | 62.85 | 90% |