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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2009-03-02 20:12:37 | 27.57 | |
| 991 | 2009-02-28 15:46:54 | 32.68 | |
| 988 | 2009-02-28 15:41:26 | 32.93 | |
| 796 | 2009-02-23 17:20:31 | 26.98 | |
| 779 | 2009-02-23 16:05:00 | 22.62 | |
| 719 | 2009-02-22 19:59:55 | 24.91 | |
| 699 | 2009-02-22 18:57:25 | 23.15 | |
| 565 | 2009-02-05 12:56:14 | 28.38 | |
| 285 | 2009-01-18 23:10:34 | 22.33 | |
| 204 | 2009-01-15 01:18:15 | 22.12 | |
| 115 | 2009-01-13 17:25:00 | 23.23 | |
| 81 | 2009-01-13 14:24:02 | 20.72 | |
| 55 | 2009-01-13 13:15:53 | 21.17 |