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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 111 | 2013-11-27 05:42:00 | 32.63 | 88% |
| 11 | 2013-11-26 06:01:31 | 25.84 | 88% |