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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2012-09-10 22:15:47 | 20.15 | 91% |
| 1547 | 2012-09-03 22:27:31 | 16.53 | 84% |
| 1495 | 2012-08-10 23:01:06 | 14.20 | 75% |
| 466 | 2011-05-08 20:30:14 | 12.89 | 86% |