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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2013-10-09 19:53:43 | 35.06 | 88% |
| 560 | 2013-10-01 19:15:03 | 40.20 | 93% |