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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 289 | 2014-05-18 00:18:53 | 76.98 | 94% |
| 162 | 2013-09-30 04:56:02 | 65.05 | 89% |