Text race history for Molasses (practice12_3)

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It led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
550 2021-04-29 19:50:18 50.47 93%
337 2021-03-15 15:55:31 90.00 95%