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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 728 | 2016-08-22 21:31:18 | 91.03 | 92% |
| 109 | 2012-10-09 10:02:47 | 80.17 | 91% |