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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 899 | 2010-11-22 22:08:43 | 92.26 | |
| 677 | 2010-08-18 06:40:02 | 83.80 |