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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1682 | 2014-08-17 04:03:08 | 28.60 | 83% |
| 849 | 2014-07-18 23:45:44 | 34.95 | 95% |
| 429 | 2014-07-12 19:40:05 | 29.56 | 87% |