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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2013-09-01 22:00:54 | 112.90 | 92% |
| 12 | 2013-07-07 01:26:08 | 94.48 | 88% |