Text race history for wrists parallel (cheffray)

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You there, my friend. Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand, my friend, my clever friend. Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days, my lucky friends. Till now your shine was merely silver. Friends, you shall drip rubies.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
13397 2022-09-15 00:17:23 145.21 99%
12900 2022-08-29 04:19:55 133.22 98%
12466 2022-08-17 05:25:46 128.42 99%
6372 2021-11-02 01:36:18 123.93 99%
3730 2019-04-04 13:03:51 106.89 97%
1008 2018-06-10 18:50:52 103.79 98%