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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 886 | 2009-07-10 16:06:05 | 74.74 | |
| 478 | 2009-07-01 16:24:39 | 80.74 |