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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1267 | 2011-05-31 17:03:04 | 63.71 | 96% |
| 607 | 2010-07-15 03:54:34 | 53.07 |