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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 108 | 2016-10-28 00:50:40 | 23.76 | 77% |
| 107 | 2016-10-28 00:41:23 | 13.23 | 59% |