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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2011-12-08 09:53:12 | 43.18 | 94% |
| 114 | 2011-10-13 08:19:25 | 36.00 | 94% |