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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 873 | 2011-11-07 03:19:47 | 37.30 | 98% |
| 236 | 2010-10-10 09:45:06 | 26.05 |