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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13858 | 2017-09-13 20:14:39 | 147.93 | 100% |
| 11530 | 2017-08-17 22:42:10 | 126.63 | 97% |
| 10902 | 2017-08-13 23:39:27 | 119.10 | 97% |
| 10692 | 2017-08-13 15:50:46 | 125.05 | 95% |
| 8397 | 2017-07-31 23:35:14 | 122.83 | 98% |