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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1206 | 2012-08-20 11:48:03 | 50.80 | 94% |
| 247 | 2012-06-14 05:46:10 | 41.12 | 96% |