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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2013-01-09 11:23:16 | 78.82 | 95% |
| 37 | 2012-12-24 11:44:49 | 61.01 | 92% |