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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 300 | 2013-08-28 10:37:14 | 82.49 | 94% |
| 40 | 2013-05-18 04:54:41 | 60.46 | 92% |