Text race history for Ashraful (noid621376)

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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
4048 2017-01-08 08:32:28 51.31 86%
3860 2017-01-04 19:06:34 51.29 88%
2680 2016-12-03 17:16:48 47.52 91%
2429 2016-11-21 19:21:16 40.63 88%
365 2016-10-02 21:36:41 34.83 91%
153 2016-09-20 21:16:27 25.95 83%