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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 679 | 2012-10-23 17:49:35 | 51.79 | 84% |
| 372 | 2012-09-25 16:51:04 | 47.52 | 85% |