Text race history for Napol (narachat)

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All at sea again, and now my hurricanes, have brought down this ocean rain, to bathe me again. My ship's a-sail, can you hear its tender frame, screaming from beneath the waves, screaming from beneath the waves? All hands on deck at dawn, sailing to sadder shores. Your port in my heavy storms, harbors the blackest thoughts.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1282 2016-10-10 00:15:23 79.78 93%
1250 2016-10-08 18:12:30 71.56 90%
1147 2016-10-06 05:02:17 78.99 93%
1026 2016-10-05 06:42:45 80.10 93%
1009 2016-10-05 06:26:40 81.02 96%
655 2016-09-24 02:44:12 82.03 96%
590 2016-09-23 23:20:46 81.30 92%