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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 903 | 2012-07-27 06:20:35 | 81.51 | 91% |
| 224 | 2009-01-13 08:23:12 | 78.55 |