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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 692 | 2010-04-02 06:48:28 | 30.48 | |
| 652 | 2010-03-30 21:12:11 | 27.04 | |
| 491 | 2010-03-27 06:35:16 | 27.89 | |
| 389 | 2010-03-24 10:30:49 | 25.12 | |
| 168 | 2010-03-19 19:49:06 | 22.73 | |
| 85 | 2010-03-18 14:43:04 | 15.72 |