Text race history for Casey (casezilla)

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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. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
675 2009-10-03 19:03:27 80.29
218 2009-10-03 10:14:51 99.99