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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1682 | 2014-12-28 13:42:07 | 75.80 | 98% |
| 108 | 2008-12-28 08:58:58 | 52.97 |