Text race history for typo11 (typo11)

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I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
4275 2023-02-14 04:39:42 55.66 97%
3573 2021-03-14 10:38:35 54.59 98%