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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 108 | 2012-10-20 00:58:49 | 71.03 | 93% |
| 101 | 2012-10-17 01:30:30 | 71.30 | 94% |