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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2013-04-13 03:37:25 | 103.00 | 98% |
| 114 | 2013-03-22 20:35:57 | 97.28 | 97% |