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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2008-09-25 13:12:37 | 28.90 | |
| 302 | 2008-09-24 21:10:28 | 24.64 | |
| 155 | 2008-09-19 09:26:49 | 26.42 | |
| 141 | 2008-09-19 08:55:38 | 29.07 | |
| 116 | 2008-09-18 14:18:26 | 25.53 | |
| 76 | 2008-09-18 12:18:41 | 27.49 | |
| 71 | 2008-09-18 12:06:23 | 27.25 | |
| 8 | 2008-09-17 17:25:45 | 19.48 |