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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2931 | 2012-03-16 03:01:33 | 27.07 | 94% |
| 1867 | 2011-11-30 02:30:40 | 26.72 | 96% |
| 941 | 2011-10-07 08:01:52 | 23.63 | 93% |
| 455 | 2011-09-14 14:52:29 | 23.83 | 92% |
| 396 | 2011-09-11 03:25:56 | 21.09 | 92% |
| 248 | 2011-08-31 14:02:32 | 21.18 | 94% |
| 14 | 2011-08-22 02:33:52 | 20.15 | 95% |