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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1340 | 2013-12-11 04:18:16 | 153.54 | 96% |
| 1147 | 2013-05-02 17:44:07 | 116.66 | 91% |