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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4184 | 2021-05-19 19:38:45 | 34.17 | 92% |
| 239 | 2021-02-05 15:10:05 | 29.11 | 96.2% |
| 19 | 2021-01-30 11:42:43 | 24.20 | 93.9% |