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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2136 | 2011-04-28 17:05:24 | 37.21 | |
| 1065 | 2010-09-05 16:21:13 | 33.06 | |
| 229 | 2009-11-09 17:41:30 | 27.24 |