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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7884 | 2015-10-19 14:26:08 | 66.01 | 89% |
| 6490 | 2015-09-21 06:02:41 | 64.17 | 89% |
| 6408 | 2015-09-20 17:14:15 | 67.35 | 89% |
| 6404 | 2015-09-20 17:07:06 | 55.94 | 86% |
| 6342 | 2015-09-20 10:25:29 | 69.24 | 94% |