Text race history for Brendan (reeeaver)

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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
219 2020-06-26 15:04:10 80.47 99%
90 2020-06-24 17:04:53 62.36 95%