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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 419 | 2012-02-29 19:12:19 | 86.38 | 87% |
| 321 | 2012-02-26 19:05:23 | 94.09 | 95% |