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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2012-11-09 08:46:45 | 70.39 | 95% |
| 324 | 2011-03-09 17:04:45 | 51.00 |