Text race history for Winter (jamesbandit)

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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
4024 2022-05-02 19:28:05 55.79 93%
2631 2021-08-14 12:11:31 49.32 92%