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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1282 | 2010-03-06 20:08:48 | 42.07 | |
| 586 | 2010-02-03 19:42:36 | 38.34 | |
| 176 | 2010-01-25 16:40:17 | 27.16 | |
| 92 | 2010-01-24 10:58:02 | 16.45 |