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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2013-06-29 18:53:05 | 86.67 | 98% |
| 122 | 2013-06-29 18:43:41 | 78.46 | 93% |