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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64 | 2015-06-22 13:59:36 | 117.88 | 95% |
| 34 | 2011-03-23 16:54:54 | 92.61 |