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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5043 | 2017-05-30 08:18:55 | 198.66 | 100% |
| 4670 | 2017-05-24 19:20:01 | 175.92 | 93% |