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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 147 | 2009-01-06 01:13:29 | 30.63 | |
| 105 | 2009-01-05 20:42:54 | 26.16 | |
| 97 | 2009-01-05 19:57:34 | 28.12 | |
| 82 | 2009-01-03 23:34:58 | 27.78 | |
| 26 | 2008-12-12 19:38:45 | 20.34 |