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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1397 | 2014-04-23 02:35:44 | 106.63 | 97% |
| 9 | 2012-09-29 22:05:58 | 89.67 | 96% |