Text race history for Ankit (ankit447)

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I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1135 2022-12-04 11:34:05 52.74 98%
485 2022-07-20 09:52:26 49.97 98%