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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27795 | 2015-09-13 17:52:33 | 94.23 | 91% |
| 25033 | 2015-05-25 01:18:13 | 104.21 | 94% |
| 24519 | 2015-04-23 21:37:32 | 83.36 | 93% |
| 23670 | 2015-03-24 18:44:24 | 104.85 | 96% |