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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 113 | 2009-06-12 14:12:36 | 28.54 | |
| 111 | 2009-06-12 14:08:47 | 26.27 | |
| 43 | 2009-06-10 14:58:45 | 28.35 |