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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3752 | 2015-07-29 17:15:06 | 131.02 | 99% |
| 3111 | 2015-03-25 15:30:28 | 122.57 | 100% |