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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 200 | 2010-01-24 21:37:04 | 33.79 | |
| 68 | 2010-01-03 01:21:40 | 32.23 | |
| 9 | 2009-12-29 19:48:38 | 29.51 |