Text race history for Just a potato (quocbinhgt3007)

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It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
9396 2024-04-26 06:07:30 83.87 94.9%
5239 2023-06-01 02:55:05 79.23 95%