Text race history for Ptysiek (ptysiek)

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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
1795 2016-12-19 12:44:35 62.90 95%
711 2016-11-10 18:05:40 50.39 92%