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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 230 | 2011-12-21 07:44:24 | 33.41 | 92% |
| 69 | 2011-05-31 07:00:02 | 36.72 | 97% |