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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 151 | 2023-09-13 23:58:53 | 24.33 | 92.9% |
| 120 | 2023-09-13 21:22:07 | 24.48 | 92.7% |