Text race history for still type (mokori)

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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
49620 2017-05-02 13:39:49 150.39 100%
49105 2017-04-23 06:11:19 122.63 94%
47344 2017-02-23 12:18:59 130.67 95%