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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18716 | 2017-05-24 19:20:05 | 125.10 | 97% |
| 18306 | 2017-04-26 21:04:14 | 102.59 | 86% |