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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 331 | 2016-06-18 11:28:10 | 34.09 | 90% |
| 238 | 2016-06-17 04:40:53 | 36.11 | 90% |
| 133 | 2016-06-14 10:44:02 | 34.36 | 90% |