Text race history for Bob (octopus32)

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There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?

Game Time WPM Accuracy
681 2021-12-09 15:23:04 117.71 100%