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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2012-02-14 05:06:27 | 59.35 | 89% |
| 652 | 2012-02-02 07:32:31 | 57.51 | 90% |