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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1565 | 2015-03-13 06:38:23 | 31.10 | 97% |
| 1047 | 2014-01-27 11:48:59 | 29.90 | 98% |
| 605 | 2014-01-06 10:06:48 | 25.98 | 97% |
| 271 | 2014-01-01 06:17:43 | 19.75 | 92% |
| 126 | 2013-12-28 23:49:00 | 17.27 | 91% |