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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3620 | 2017-07-04 15:07:23 | 128.06 | 99% |
| 1947 | 2017-05-30 00:26:45 | 104.13 | 93% |