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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 732 | 2012-10-09 16:43:23 | 29.49 | 90% |
| 657 | 2012-10-07 23:29:25 | 25.72 | 89% |
| 623 | 2012-10-07 12:54:20 | 28.25 | 95% |
| 159 | 2012-09-10 20:44:33 | 23.45 | 94% |
| 111 | 2012-09-06 21:12:05 | 19.33 | 94% |
| 39 | 2012-09-02 01:02:02 | 17.60 | 93% |