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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35 | 2009-09-15 01:21:34 | 61.96 | |
| 30 | 2009-09-09 01:29:49 | 54.89 |