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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2011-10-21 17:34:19 | 61.04 | 96% |
| 39 | 2010-11-11 20:47:07 | 53.67 |