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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 505 | 2011-12-26 09:08:35 | 29.25 | 92% |
| 347 | 2011-11-23 18:12:30 | 29.20 | 94% |
| 328 | 2011-11-20 15:00:31 | 23.90 | 87% |
| 320 | 2011-11-20 14:35:01 | 25.97 | 87% |
| 92 | 2011-10-29 17:42:44 | 14.94 | 79% |