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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2012-07-02 09:25:51 | 56.90 | 79% |
| 641 | 2012-06-23 09:13:58 | 56.67 | 79% |