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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 699 | 2012-09-09 05:31:30 | 54.76 | 89% |
| 445 | 2012-07-22 09:00:57 | 49.42 | 91% |