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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1393 | 2015-04-07 21:14:18 | 49.21 | 96% |
| 805 | 2013-06-04 15:33:14 | 49.91 | 93% |