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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 337 | 2015-04-06 08:24:39 | 28.09 | 90% |
| 266 | 2015-04-04 09:10:43 | 25.87 | 87% |
| 104 | 2015-03-18 10:10:57 | 29.01 | 88% |