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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 418 | 2012-10-04 16:06:29 | 45.79 | 98% |
| 323 | 2012-09-29 15:52:34 | 40.43 | 97% |