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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 479 | 2014-01-06 12:44:03 | 100.20 | 97% |
| 32 | 2013-12-08 11:45:30 | 96.11 | 98% |