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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 586 | 2013-11-07 02:00:45 | 33.36 | 89% |
| 195 | 2013-10-01 01:09:01 | 37.50 | 99% |