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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1967 | 2014-01-29 20:33:06 | 59.56 | 94% |
| 661 | 2013-02-05 08:09:44 | 57.43 | 91% |