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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 220 | 2009-02-12 12:32:55 | 26.29 | |
| 197 | 2009-02-08 09:15:36 | 26.56 | |
| 139 | 2009-01-31 13:50:19 | 24.94 |