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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 381 | 2012-04-21 03:16:44 | 26.07 | 93% |
| 234 | 2012-04-19 09:00:09 | 25.25 | 98% |
| 199 | 2012-04-19 07:10:56 | 23.98 | 96% |