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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2017-01-26 19:46:18 | 151.97 | 97% |
| 588 | 2017-01-26 18:54:07 | 143.25 | 100% |