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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2016-06-10 22:37:41 | 119.16 | 94% |
| 47 | 2014-02-15 11:41:41 | 114.38 | 98% |