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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1337 | 2011-07-09 04:36:31 | 121.04 | 92% |
| 655 | 2011-03-09 13:20:08 | 122.77 |