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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34 | 2012-10-21 17:43:04 | 119.39 | 96% |
| 3 | 2012-10-16 04:05:38 | 90.44 | 92% |