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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 633 | 2009-09-25 01:47:43 | 28.22 | |
| 587 | 2009-09-24 03:59:33 | 34.69 | |
| 374 | 2009-09-16 05:24:36 | 30.24 | |
| 254 | 2009-06-25 09:05:21 | 29.23 | |
| 234 | 2009-06-23 04:29:49 | 24.74 | |
| 61 | 2009-06-16 08:36:24 | 29.84 |