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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 330 | 2010-03-24 00:16:46 | 57.62 | |
| 278 | 2010-03-20 02:01:16 | 41.43 |