Text race history for Abbey (abbey240901)

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You there, my friend. Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand, my friend, my clever friend. Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days, my lucky friends. Till now your shine was merely silver. Friends, you shall drip rubies.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
15646 2021-06-26 22:52:00 83.90 98%
13760 2021-03-29 00:42:00 85.54 98%
13758 2021-03-29 00:40:12 81.64 99%
664 2018-06-12 10:20:18 50.54 99%