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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1811 | 2010-01-17 01:20:51 | 38.95 | |
| 1486 | 2009-12-29 20:52:29 | 33.07 | |
| 1235 | 2009-12-26 03:24:46 | 29.98 | |
| 615 | 2009-12-15 04:14:44 | 27.20 | |
| 1 | 2009-10-02 22:57:56 | 25.08 |