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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2296 | 2010-10-15 03:34:03 | 32.91 | |
| 954 | 2009-12-10 02:07:17 | 29.14 | |
| 929 | 2009-12-09 01:57:33 | 29.51 | |
| 774 | 2009-12-02 02:23:44 | 23.45 | |
| 652 | 2009-11-23 07:40:48 | 25.77 | |
| 223 | 2009-11-05 03:32:32 | 24.37 |