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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
1604 2023-02-01 21:21:41 74.26 96%
1036 2023-01-30 12:58:49 70.24 95%
385 2023-01-17 15:17:06 74.13 96%