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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13388 | 2016-08-06 19:16:28 | 155.77 | 100% |
| 13357 | 2016-08-06 18:06:09 | 148.46 | 99% |
| 11854 | 2016-07-14 18:15:52 | 130.35 | 92% |
| 11262 | 2015-09-02 18:59:49 | 143.35 | 94% |
| 11144 | 2015-05-10 16:12:56 | 145.77 | 98% |
| 11024 | 2015-02-03 13:47:53 | 140.64 | 96% |