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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 295 | 2012-07-15 10:41:49 | 57.40 | 91% |
| 139 | 2012-07-08 15:00:54 | 66.68 | 95% |