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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 476 | 2015-08-15 22:15:17 | 21.85 | 87% |
| 383 | 2015-08-04 18:42:02 | 21.66 | 90% |
| 344 | 2015-07-31 14:13:02 | 21.16 | 88% |
| 336 | 2015-07-31 10:05:41 | 19.87 | 86% |