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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 231 | 2011-12-09 18:44:35 | 163.55 | 98% |
| 107 | 2011-12-07 04:36:49 | 152.73 | 97% |