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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
2605 2022-03-08 03:20:46 66.02 96%
626 2021-08-02 04:45:38 59.90 97%