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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 2008-12-25 07:40:51 | 98.89 | |
| 74 | 2008-12-25 05:51:23 | 89.69 |