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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 758 | 2010-06-10 23:21:56 | 54.52 | |
| 737 | 2010-06-09 13:42:23 | 59.23 |