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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12 | 2012-06-15 03:23:51 | 8.30 | 89% |
| 7 | 2012-06-15 02:39:18 | 6.61 | 93% |
| 4 | 2012-06-15 02:23:54 | 6.15 | 93% |