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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 641 | 2011-03-06 09:51:13 | 52.46 | |
| 22 | 2011-02-07 23:01:23 | 39.60 |