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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 197 | 2013-09-07 06:40:06 | 28.52 | 84% |
| 161 | 2013-09-01 17:50:30 | 30.46 | 81% |