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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 350 | 2013-09-27 14:49:18 | 54.43 | 90% |
| 121 | 2012-04-12 07:54:25 | 57.83 | 90% |