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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 652 | 2013-10-19 17:34:41 | 79.91 | 97% |
| 227 | 2013-09-08 00:48:14 | 73.12 | 98% |