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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1566 | 2022-05-23 22:40:53 | 29.97 | 95% |
| 1455 | 2022-05-19 20:43:22 | 29.30 | 93% |