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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9147 | 2020-05-16 21:35:43 | 173.94 | 99% |
| 2119 | 2017-05-24 15:15:55 | 130.45 | 87% |
| 1608 | 2016-01-04 12:20:50 | 121.70 | 89% |
| 1433 | 2015-02-28 16:04:04 | 104.13 | 89% |