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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 333 | 2013-11-04 00:15:05 | 74.54 | 94% |
| 284 | 2013-11-03 18:08:43 | 71.77 | 91% |