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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 354 | 2009-02-07 18:32:28 | 37.42 | |
| 285 | 2008-12-28 12:09:42 | 29.31 | |
| 235 | 2008-12-27 10:18:33 | 29.16 |