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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 652 | 2009-03-08 04:17:14 | 30.50 | |
| 605 | 2009-03-02 09:52:36 | 31.27 | |
| 449 | 2008-12-16 02:50:11 | 30.08 | |
| 215 | 2008-12-09 13:43:44 | 24.51 | |
| 200 | 2008-12-08 08:16:39 | 25.89 |