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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2014-05-10 02:20:36 | 100.09 | 93% |
| 24 | 2013-01-19 01:17:19 | 87.09 | 94% |