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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 546 | 2011-12-12 13:11:52 | 46.49 | 84% |
| 249 | 2011-11-29 17:39:13 | 37.97 | 83% |