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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 193 | 2013-08-29 04:13:04 | 41.73 | 96% |
| 80 | 2012-11-12 06:46:57 | 42.38 | 97% |