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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2009-09-05 06:27:33 | 53.49 | |
| 163 | 2009-09-01 09:01:17 | 47.29 |