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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 124 | 2008-09-19 16:53:44 | 31.66 | |
| 88 | 2008-09-15 21:55:47 | 34.95 |