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.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2009-05-22 18:48:21 | 29.59 | |
| 221 | 2009-04-20 09:17:45 | 31.21 | |
| 177 | 2009-04-19 16:19:32 | 24.03 | |
| 165 | 2009-04-18 17:40:10 | 26.75 | |
| 141 | 2009-04-18 07:21:11 | 26.26 | |
| 2 | 2009-03-20 17:34:57 | 24.47 |