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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1060 | 2011-07-04 16:18:59 | 95.65 | 99% |
| 471 | 2011-01-13 14:41:47 | 90.85 |