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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114 | 2013-04-09 16:51:30 | 71.62 | 92% |
| 58 | 2013-04-01 22:55:50 | 73.85 | 93% |