Text race history for Slow (slow_india)

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I saw the light fade from the sky, on the wind I heard a sigh. As the snowflakes cover my fallen brothers, I will say this last goodbye. Night is now falling, so ends this day. The road is now calling, and I must away. Over hill and under tree, through lands where never light has shone, by silver streams that run down to the sea.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3290 2020-06-17 18:48:19 125.89 99%