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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11381 | 2017-09-02 19:56:02 | 96.72 | 96% |
| 7453 | 2017-06-13 04:45:23 | 134.49 | 98% |
| 7022 | 2017-05-30 08:19:00 | 130.03 | 89% |
| 1797 | 2016-08-31 21:17:55 | 108.97 | 95% |