Text race history for (macieje)

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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
7632 2020-07-19 15:17:12 122.38 97%
5735 2020-03-06 12:40:06 102.92 95%
929 2019-06-29 17:29:12 103.11 98%