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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2012-01-24 11:05:49 | 20.27 | 99% |
| 840 | 2012-01-15 10:42:46 | 18.24 | 98% |