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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2014-05-17 13:28:58 | 66.34 | 91% |
| 185 | 2012-03-23 03:45:33 | 47.00 | 88% |