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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1235 | 2009-03-31 17:29:46 | 32.24 | |
| 984 | 2009-03-28 11:03:36 | 30.89 | |
| 561 | 2009-03-23 10:39:26 | 28.58 |