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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 166 | 2014-08-25 08:17:08 | 23.09 | 97% |
| 158 | 2014-08-25 07:23:07 | 16.83 | 89% |