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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2012-05-12 13:48:40 | 73.42 | 97% |
| 444 | 2011-08-30 09:29:57 | 73.90 | 99% |