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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11 | 2011-10-30 03:10:33 | 123.21 | 97% |
| 1 | 2011-10-30 02:59:05 | 122.94 | 99% |