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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 549 | 2022-03-21 18:41:29 | 30.27 | 92% |
| 496 | 2022-03-10 11:12:12 | 34.61 | 96% |