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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 890 | 2011-03-30 08:02:58 | 73.06 | |
| 45 | 2010-11-23 13:46:37 | 68.20 |