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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 387 | 2009-07-24 06:37:53 | 36.21 | |
| 47 | 2009-06-11 06:49:19 | 31.26 |