Text race history for RIP Byron (sir_rebral_palsy)

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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
9881 2023-09-28 05:54:09 137.73 97.9%
9479 2023-08-29 05:50:23 134.19 98%
3822 2020-06-19 05:55:18 111.43 96%