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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 292 | 2009-04-02 01:18:10 | 26.79 | |
| 246 | 2009-03-05 19:44:49 | 25.20 | |
| 163 | 2009-02-17 17:45:55 | 26.52 | |
| 16 | 2008-10-09 15:23:47 | 21.61 |