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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 201 | 2014-09-29 19:36:21 | 79.08 | 92% |
| 41 | 2012-09-10 08:42:04 | 60.36 | 85% |