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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 673 | 2016-04-15 05:17:41 | 17.64 | 99% |
| 108 | 2015-11-08 06:30:42 | 21.03 | 89% |