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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 177 | 2011-08-10 03:23:27 | 65.43 | 92% |
| 24 | 2009-07-01 06:51:42 | 47.64 |