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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2257 | 2016-05-16 23:15:38 | 101.62 | 92% |
| 2198 | 2016-05-05 00:24:19 | 118.92 | 100% |
| 1703 | 2015-11-24 03:20:25 | 107.29 | 98% |