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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 357 | 2009-07-08 15:19:56 | 28.67 | |
| 137 | 2009-07-02 02:00:42 | 25.55 | |
| 112 | 2009-07-02 00:48:07 | 32.75 | |
| 97 | 2009-07-02 00:20:28 | 34.68 |