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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 488 | 2011-12-05 01:44:52 | 41.47 | 95% |
| 310 | 2011-12-02 12:36:15 | 31.28 | 94% |
| 307 | 2011-12-02 12:31:22 | 31.19 | 89% |
| 127 | 2011-12-01 09:41:00 | 25.73 | 89% |
| 123 | 2011-12-01 09:34:31 | 28.59 | 93% |