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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 482 | 2013-06-28 12:10:18 | 25.23 | 85% |
| 440 | 2013-06-26 06:55:41 | 19.85 | 86% |
| 11 | 2012-10-06 06:41:33 | 23.70 | 99% |