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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 916 | 2011-01-12 13:12:03 | 43.29 | |
| 364 | 2010-12-23 13:20:49 | 31.14 | |
| 1 | 2010-08-21 17:02:51 | 18.07 |