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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2011-12-05 05:12:32 | 54.05 | 91% |
| 124 | 2009-01-26 15:29:37 | 38.10 |