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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 596 | 2016-07-09 23:10:24 | 98.13 | 85% |
| 160 | 2016-07-09 15:25:18 | 107.37 | 84% |
| 82 | 2016-07-09 14:19:30 | 119.75 | 86% |