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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 70 | 2013-08-08 09:50:17 | 22.85 | 89% |
| 63 | 2013-08-02 18:14:43 | 28.83 | 91% |