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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2012-01-26 13:03:05 | 121.24 | 98% |
| 498 | 2011-06-11 15:41:02 | 109.59 | 99% |