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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1331 | 2013-09-19 01:39:57 | 75.45 | 94% |
| 801 | 2013-07-06 01:12:27 | 63.48 | 89% |