Text race history for Nick (bluepenredpen)

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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
4313 2022-01-02 08:08:32 82.52 95%
1915 2021-03-09 03:26:46 72.73 95%