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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14983 | 2021-10-18 21:01:37 | 104.69 | 97% |
| 11685 | 2020-06-06 18:57:15 | 88.73 | 95% |
| 10816 | 2020-05-30 18:07:27 | 98.07 | 98% |
| 3753 | 2019-07-21 14:03:30 | 117.81 | 99% |
| 2771 | 2019-04-25 18:11:25 | 111.87 | 99% |