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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2012-12-02 05:33:54 | 64.71 | 91% |
| 172 | 2012-11-22 03:20:21 | 65.87 | 93% |