Text race history for Branched (branchedstem)

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I have my books and my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in my room, safe within my womb; I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
2058 2021-07-02 10:10:13 73.66 95%
1233 2021-04-16 02:10:48 84.52 97%