Text race history for Bob (octopus32)

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I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
474 2021-11-28 18:48:52 102.68 99%
292 2021-11-12 14:10:53 107.59 98%