Text race history for (khronic)

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You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song. You are the angel glow that lights a star, the dearest things I know are what you are. Some day my happy arms will hold you, and some day I'll know that moment divine when all the things you are, are mine.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
104007 2022-04-23 10:19:37 110.17 97%
103576 2022-03-13 10:19:56 118.74 98%
102232 2022-01-04 10:54:26 111.63 97%
102231 2022-01-04 09:01:22 102.71 98%
95292 2021-06-24 04:56:13 116.24 98%
90613 2020-12-12 11:27:46 124.46 99%
84468 2020-06-11 01:28:00 112.17 98%
76304 2019-10-13 15:43:15 121.01 98%