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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 392 | 2012-09-22 12:25:43 | 27.44 | 93% |
| 316 | 2012-07-23 12:29:12 | 25.88 | 85% |
| 221 | 2012-07-13 12:39:59 | 23.71 | 90% |
| 116 | 2012-06-18 11:38:51 | 23.47 | 94% |
| 12 | 2012-05-30 11:59:38 | 9.68 | 95% |