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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1053 | 2013-08-30 04:34:54 | 38.03 | 91% |
| 473 | 2013-08-16 09:02:01 | 33.00 | 91% |
| 178 | 2013-08-13 15:09:27 | 28.22 | 90% |
| 162 | 2013-08-13 12:47:31 | 26.67 | 88% |