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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2013-05-28 05:31:11 | 118.21 | 96% |
| 333 | 2012-11-30 06:04:58 | 131.33 | 98% |