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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 128 | 2012-05-17 01:34:43 | 30.13 | 92% |
| 81 | 2012-05-15 11:18:31 | 25.02 | 87% |
| 33 | 2012-05-08 01:47:25 | 17.77 | 88% |
| 5 | 2012-05-03 15:36:47 | 23.15 | 83% |