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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2010-09-11 16:20:44 | 106.03 | |
| 170 | 2010-08-30 02:09:55 | 106.03 |