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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1498 | 2017-10-10 01:04:34 | 146.01 | 97% |
| 1021 | 2017-09-26 20:13:18 | 141.27 | 98% |