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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 116 | 2012-05-08 16:53:15 | 29.09 | 90% |
| 61 | 2012-05-04 12:24:48 | 25.92 | 83% |
| 52 | 2012-05-03 15:36:36 | 26.35 | 81% |