Text race history for Snail (nickbiophysics)

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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
548 2012-06-14 23:42:29 87.67 98%
79 2012-06-06 17:55:59 85.10 94%