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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1146 | 2015-07-13 13:43:21 | 99.01 | 98% |
| 1107 | 2015-07-08 13:49:12 | 103.65 | 99% |
| 904 | 2015-06-26 13:19:56 | 96.83 | 97% |
| 837 | 2015-06-25 13:11:15 | 100.87 | 98% |