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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1415 | 2011-11-15 06:46:36 | 92.73 | 98% |
| 985 | 2011-10-31 01:00:01 | 97.61 | 98% |