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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2009-03-24 01:28:25 | 28.20 | |
| 118 | 2009-03-20 18:42:06 | 23.82 | |
| 112 | 2009-03-20 18:30:07 | 22.64 | |
| 99 | 2009-03-14 15:14:20 | 19.65 | |
| 49 | 2009-03-04 14:30:31 | 23.31 |