Text race history for Marie (savannahmc)

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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
108 2011-04-21 22:45:51 52.90
51 2011-03-17 22:24:41 61.29