Text race history for Matthew (ar223)

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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
97 2016-09-13 22:11:53 74.98 91%
30 2016-09-10 00:42:35 71.96 90%