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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 344 | 2015-01-19 17:28:58 | 26.77 | 91% |
| 328 | 2015-01-19 16:58:50 | 31.09 | 96% |