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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 286 | 2015-03-05 20:07:55 | 110.35 | 94% |
| 204 | 2013-06-21 17:05:48 | 125.54 | 98% |