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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2014-02-08 09:00:22 | 28.98 | 94% |
| 75 | 2014-02-02 15:02:58 | 23.64 | 88% |