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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2008-12-06 15:57:43 | 28.27 | |
| 272 | 2008-09-24 21:54:02 | 28.36 | |
| 143 | 2008-09-22 08:35:10 | 24.51 |