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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10329 | 2017-07-10 12:23:41 | 193.99 | 100% |
| 8204 | 2015-07-18 12:55:51 | 126.08 | 90% |