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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3498 | 2017-07-28 00:37:52 | 139.88 | 99% |
| 2361 | 2017-06-08 20:02:16 | 153.60 | 100% |
| 1295 | 2017-05-30 08:18:59 | 141.81 | 100% |