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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1554 | 2010-01-21 14:34:51 | 65.36 | |
| 1456 | 2009-11-12 23:57:50 | 69.11 |