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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1004 | 2012-09-21 01:02:45 | 34.51 | 95% |
| 230 | 2012-07-13 22:08:25 | 34.93 | 96% |