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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 258 | 2011-04-18 13:49:06 | 26.32 | |
| 181 | 2011-04-17 08:23:26 | 28.69 | |
| 57 | 2011-04-15 15:40:24 | 23.54 | |
| 54 | 2011-04-15 15:34:13 | 23.96 |