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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2009-04-20 07:59:42 | 21.77 | |
| 79 | 2009-04-18 04:16:52 | 30.76 | |
| 54 | 2009-04-17 08:20:36 | 29.93 |