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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 673 | 2012-08-03 00:52:26 | 19.26 | 89% |
| 253 | 2012-07-23 06:12:08 | 20.19 | 89% |
| 216 | 2012-07-20 07:09:34 | 22.61 | 93% |
| 141 | 2012-07-13 03:52:16 | 18.26 | 87% |