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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2015-02-07 15:03:09 | 28.26 | 89% |
| 205 | 2014-11-26 17:28:27 | 28.50 | 93% |