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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 90 | 2008-09-28 01:21:43 | 52.65 | |
| 85 | 2008-09-28 01:15:27 | 56.16 |