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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 434 | 2015-06-05 11:13:01 | 68.80 | 94% |
| 223 | 2009-05-18 08:37:34 | 70.62 |