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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 150 | 2012-01-26 04:17:32 | 61.39 | 98% |
| 19 | 2012-01-13 15:46:47 | 48.15 | 94% |