Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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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
7598 2020-05-25 22:34:18 92.80 99%
7353 2020-05-18 19:15:23 79.59 97%
5737 2020-04-16 23:26:42 86.60 98%
4035 2020-04-01 21:35:20 80.18 97%
1572 2020-03-04 02:48:34 81.06 96%