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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 638 | 2013-11-06 11:12:04 | 37.52 | 89% |
| 354 | 2013-09-24 12:50:59 | 31.04 | 88% |