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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 287 | 2009-12-10 09:59:19 | 30.79 | |
| 244 | 2009-12-09 14:26:39 | 35.30 | |
| 222 | 2009-12-09 13:19:19 | 26.50 | |
| 110 | 2009-12-05 02:25:00 | 22.97 |