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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62574 | 2023-05-28 06:30:59 | 102.21 | 98.4% |
| 44037 | 2018-12-09 20:28:34 | 125.38 | 99% |
| 29020 | 2018-02-14 02:47:12 | 122.71 | 99% |