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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 161 | 2013-06-29 16:13:00 | 93.71 | 98% |
| 24 | 2013-06-24 18:00:02 | 71.57 | 88% |