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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15492 | 2018-08-12 03:32:06 | 156.79 | 97.6% |
| 2800 | 2017-09-11 08:40:45 | 134.20 | 98% |