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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2017-04-14 18:53:01 | 33.46 | 89% |
| 856 | 2017-04-10 17:35:21 | 27.45 | 89% |
| 39 | 2017-03-31 06:05:26 | 19.54 | 88% |