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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 316 | 2014-07-14 08:29:02 | 39.96 | 91% |
| 223 | 2014-06-30 18:14:53 | 29.78 | 85% |
| 216 | 2014-06-28 18:16:53 | 27.49 | 80% |