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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2013-10-10 06:37:05 | 97.58 | 96% |
| 41 | 2013-04-30 04:23:50 | 105.73 | 95% |