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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2293 | 2016-09-18 19:17:59 | 118.85 | 78% |
| 2176 | 2016-09-15 15:59:36 | 163.44 | 97% |
| 2107 | 2016-09-09 18:26:34 | 138.26 | 89% |
| 1963 | 2016-08-26 19:47:53 | 151.83 | 98% |
| 478 | 2016-01-18 13:41:35 | 115.57 | 79% |
| 398 | 2016-01-09 12:35:50 | 145.65 | 95% |
| 150 | 2015-12-16 18:23:48 | 143.82 | 94% |