Text race history for Mr (karrotparker)

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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
442 2020-11-15 23:03:26 65.98 96%
358 2020-11-13 00:32:01 53.85 93%