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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13116 | 2021-06-10 23:23:24 | 141.78 | 97% |
| 12426 | 2021-06-05 20:06:18 | 118.13 | 97% |
| 12183 | 2021-06-03 14:51:59 | 148.83 | 99% |