Text race history for Figli Delle Stelle (den_j_ev)

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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
5935 2018-11-09 14:50:29 107.03 99%
4361 2018-07-09 15:11:08 108.28 99%
3159 2018-05-07 18:33:34 105.82 99%
2802 2018-04-25 16:14:39 110.05 99%
2477 2018-04-15 16:00:39 105.70 99%