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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7544 | 2018-08-12 03:32:08 | 137.54 | 97% |
| 1653 | 2015-03-16 20:58:40 | 144.73 | 90% |
| 1622 | 2015-03-13 17:06:08 | 137.61 | 95% |
| 1487 | 2015-03-06 18:15:56 | 156.84 | 97% |
| 1207 | 2015-02-11 17:15:52 | 172.75 | 100% |
| 1173 | 2015-02-11 15:07:13 | 135.02 | 95% |