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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 128 | 2010-06-13 11:58:47 | 26.81 | |
| 123 | 2010-06-12 06:10:22 | 17.66 | |
| 106 | 2010-06-11 14:25:59 | 23.96 |