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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 724 | 2013-05-22 02:53:05 | 36.68 | 91% |
| 374 | 2012-06-05 23:56:50 | 33.17 | 89% |
| 50 | 2011-11-17 20:51:10 | 25.24 | 93% |