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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5583 | 2017-09-25 18:28:32 | 115.46 | 98% |
| 4892 | 2017-09-17 14:30:41 | 106.13 | 95% |
| 4588 | 2017-09-13 20:14:44 | 107.05 | 96% |
| 4066 | 2017-09-07 16:29:28 | 104.42 | 96% |
| 3105 | 2017-08-26 21:46:49 | 91.50 | 94% |