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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31331 | 2015-03-23 14:56:01 | 118.58 | 95% |
| 30236 | 2015-02-26 14:36:03 | 115.54 | 91% |
| 30158 | 2015-02-26 13:33:58 | 125.56 | 94% |