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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2014-01-25 12:21:48 | 26.79 | 93% |
| 86 | 2014-01-23 20:49:22 | 22.89 | 94% |
| 15 | 2013-12-31 11:47:40 | 16.10 | 86% |