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 |
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| 247 | 2009-11-04 05:32:55 | 39.10 | |
| 2 | 2009-10-22 03:22:33 | 27.74 |