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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 378 | 2010-10-26 12:56:26 | 34.31 | |
| 141 | 2010-09-20 12:31:29 | 29.75 | |
| 81 | 2010-09-05 06:11:46 | 35.23 | |
| 13 | 2010-09-04 10:46:18 | 32.69 |