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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2012-11-06 04:30:26 | 63.03 | 93% |
| 748 | 2012-10-21 21:37:00 | 65.26 | 95% |