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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1973 | 2010-01-26 22:08:49 | 52.42 | |
| 1673 | 2009-05-28 20:28:10 | 46.73 |