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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2012-03-07 20:14:33 | 68.73 | 96% |
| 26 | 2012-02-04 19:05:14 | 68.22 | 93% |