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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2011-11-09 19:30:01 | 119.75 | 98% |
| 1501 | 2011-09-04 23:50:08 | 109.93 | 96% |