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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 215 | 2013-04-24 23:49:46 | 83.59 | 98% |
| 62 | 2013-03-17 13:15:38 | 69.95 | 90% |