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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1300 | 2012-07-18 14:15:44 | 42.74 | 96% |
| 897 | 2012-06-20 13:35:46 | 43.24 | 94% |
| 836 | 2012-06-20 08:35:33 | 50.48 | 90% |