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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2013-11-06 01:27:58 | 131.16 | 95% |
| 228 | 2012-02-05 18:25:52 | 93.08 | 90% |