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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53058 | 2015-07-18 16:44:53 | 102.49 | 92% |
| 53015 | 2015-07-18 16:08:44 | 111.72 | 94% |
| 52543 | 2015-07-13 13:43:14 | 153.30 | 99% |