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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2016-05-19 09:52:07 | 35.34 | 92% |
| 787 | 2016-01-14 06:19:30 | 30.07 | 92% |
| 688 | 2015-12-18 04:42:39 | 27.26 | 95% |
| 138 | 2015-10-30 07:03:29 | 26.00 | 96% |