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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 677 | 2013-06-04 15:45:55 | 131.84 | 100% |
| 435 | 2013-05-29 23:49:03 | 124.73 | 99% |