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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2014-01-03 10:17:57 | 47.06 | 93% |
| 505 | 2013-12-15 09:58:22 | 42.74 | 93% |