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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 445 | 2015-03-05 17:51:50 | 33.49 | 91% |
| 92 | 2015-02-24 22:23:12 | 23.32 | 87% |