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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 75 | 2010-02-05 04:49:02 | 91.95 | |
| 36 | 2010-02-05 01:10:12 | 77.29 |