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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1397 | 2010-07-13 03:09:49 | 26.88 | |
| 574 | 2010-06-12 09:17:52 | 29.83 | |
| 543 | 2010-06-11 01:05:46 | 36.10 | |
| 458 | 2010-06-09 07:48:04 | 30.96 | |
| 288 | 2010-06-05 03:01:28 | 31.32 | |
| 126 | 2010-05-29 06:22:47 | 15.95 | |
| 111 | 2010-05-27 07:02:24 | 15.59 | |
| 11 | 2008-10-29 03:43:30 | 19.97 |