Text race history for dying (anifminhaz)

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I have my books and my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in my room, safe within my womb; I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
2768 2017-07-08 13:49:39 62.81 96%
2383 2017-04-18 19:17:07 63.93 95%
1744 2016-11-22 16:53:29 54.47 92%