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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 594 | 2011-09-15 01:37:52 | 119.69 | 97% |
| 360 | 2011-03-06 01:53:00 | 96.82 |