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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2016-06-21 18:54:37 | 67.36 | 94% |
| 1769 | 2016-06-20 23:22:58 | 73.39 | 94% |
| 1203 | 2016-06-10 20:17:44 | 70.87 | 92% |
| 1194 | 2016-06-10 18:15:13 | 62.60 | 89% |