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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15963 | 2021-07-09 02:04:38 | 230.46 | 100% |
| 15962 | 2021-07-09 01:52:45 | 224.82 | 99% |