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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2011-11-19 16:54:17 | 101.24 | 97% |
| 120 | 2011-08-27 08:44:21 | 102.48 | 99% |