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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 466 | 2011-06-07 04:00:05 | 114.07 | 96% |
| 48 | 2009-07-10 09:35:16 | 85.46 |