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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2010-01-03 15:25:14 | 56.04 | |
| 84 | 2009-12-29 08:32:56 | 53.97 |