Text race history for Pocida (pocida)

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Green is the sound the wind makes, rustling through the trees. If we walked down to the riverbank and you put your hand in the water, you'd feel the cool color blue. To remember red, you need only stand in front of the hearth. And a winter snowfall, silent and cold and pure... that is white.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
664 2020-08-31 03:46:44 48.90 97%
343 2020-08-15 03:21:10 50.51 96%