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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 462 | 2011-03-30 23:19:11 | 42.68 | |
| 161 | 2009-07-28 17:15:44 | 25.15 |