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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2013-10-04 15:45:13 | 127.55 | 94% |
| 197 | 2013-09-30 13:37:37 | 114.41 | 94% |