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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 100 | 2016-03-02 15:59:46 | 81.66 | 91% |
| 6 | 2012-12-28 20:41:23 | 85.45 | 96% |