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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28 | 2010-10-20 18:25:09 | 46.08 | |
| 19 | 2010-10-20 18:14:01 | 43.47 |