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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 203 | 2012-07-08 09:04:03 | 31.05 | 88% |
| 128 | 2012-07-06 15:27:17 | 28.23 | 87% |
| 126 | 2012-07-06 15:22:02 | 27.82 | 85% |