Text race history for Ibexus (ibexus)

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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
10734 2022-02-07 09:06:56 176.13 98%
8170 2021-08-24 23:14:09 143.26 98%
4956 2021-04-18 08:18:04 165.71 98%