Text race history for Muhammad (littlememon)

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Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
375 2021-09-12 04:12:49 68.90 95%