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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 177 | 2012-09-05 13:42:23 | 59.80 | 89% |
| 14 | 2011-06-02 00:03:06 | 47.45 | 93% |