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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2014-09-16 05:50:29 | 8.36 | 93% |
| 873 | 2014-09-15 05:35:44 | 28.85 | 96% |
| 192 | 2014-09-10 13:36:33 | 15.51 | 88% |