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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 195 | 2015-07-22 18:57:04 | 21.45 | 90% |
| 144 | 2015-07-22 17:04:29 | 20.98 | 89% |
| 10 | 2015-07-21 19:38:35 | 19.62 | 89% |