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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1373 | 2010-11-14 02:21:32 | 55.99 | |
| 400 | 2010-05-25 00:12:08 | 51.98 |