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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2012-12-15 20:26:40 | 90.41 | 97% |
| 29 | 2012-12-03 11:04:02 | 77.42 | 97% |