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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2013-10-10 23:14:39 | 126.87 | 98% |
| 311 | 2013-06-28 21:04:03 | 107.36 | 93% |