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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 688 | 2011-07-31 22:19:51 | 50.49 | 91% |
| 37 | 2011-04-06 03:49:07 | 44.28 | 94% |