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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26352 | 2016-06-20 10:20:36 | 139.71 | 99% |
| 26272 | 2016-06-19 14:35:30 | 119.42 | 96% |