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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 389 | 2011-04-16 15:36:06 | 85.64 | |
| 67 | 2011-04-01 08:39:36 | 90.24 |