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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 724 | 2011-12-04 07:49:21 | 93.84 | 93% |
| 473 | 2011-11-24 05:17:08 | 98.78 | 97% |