Text race history for Sian Caleb (promechanics)

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Most of his visitors, brash emissaries of a new ruling class, barely aware of their own youthful hubris, did not completely grasp the layered meaning of the couplet they had been offered, like a snack to be washed down by a thimble-sized cup of thick, sweet tea. They understood of course that it was a dirge for a fallen empire whose international borders had shrunk to a grimy ghetto circumscribed by the ruined walls of an old city.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
9688 2020-04-03 09:00:57 99.99 98%
7388 2019-08-02 00:58:34 98.12 99%