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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2014-10-20 23:52:29 | 71.39 | 84% |
| 110 | 2012-12-22 20:34:25 | 88.92 | 85% |