Text race history for Naveen (naveen14)

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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
725 2012-08-14 20:29:20 44.94 94%
661 2012-08-12 16:59:14 48.16 96%