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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 340 | 2010-02-22 01:52:58 | 31.60 | |
| 204 | 2010-02-11 18:09:38 | 30.04 | |
| 51 | 2010-01-17 17:30:51 | 25.17 |