Text race history for gwynyor (gwynyor)

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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
586 2013-03-26 06:22:27 108.77 99%
180 2012-03-16 18:06:20 112.66 99%
159 2012-03-13 02:30:11 103.31 99%