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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 177 | 2021-06-12 11:54:13 | 22.68 | 90% |
| 159 | 2021-06-08 16:01:20 | 22.34 | 90% |