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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2011-10-28 17:42:49 | 85.92 | 98% |
| 241 | 2011-03-28 17:09:51 | 97.11 |