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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1011 | 2012-01-16 05:38:04 | 74.52 | 97% |
| 419 | 2011-12-21 09:34:50 | 70.34 | 97% |