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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2015-05-21 21:39:45 | 103.18 | 96% |
| 13 | 2010-01-25 04:18:21 | 91.65 |