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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 784 | 2009-04-08 08:40:58 | 62.35 | |
| 154 | 2008-10-20 15:03:55 | 54.53 |