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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2013-10-27 01:39:09 | 68.71 | 88% |
| 206 | 2013-03-17 01:38:34 | 72.20 | 89% |