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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 343 | 2015-04-04 05:30:32 | 42.75 | 98% |
| 204 | 2013-10-20 20:02:08 | 40.62 | 94% |