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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72 | 2009-06-15 11:40:51 | 34.08 | |
| 53 | 2009-06-09 05:24:46 | 28.05 | |
| 9 | 2009-05-17 07:15:25 | 25.97 |