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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1465 | 2010-08-26 06:39:59 | 26.73 | |
| 770 | 2010-08-12 08:32:01 | 26.29 | |
| 631 | 2010-08-02 04:06:48 | 27.11 | |
| 434 | 2010-07-28 06:59:19 | 17.44 | |
| 273 | 2010-07-23 08:47:39 | 24.27 |