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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 130 | 2011-06-13 17:23:59 | 91.41 | 92% |
| 10 | 2011-01-29 12:56:20 | 80.56 |