Text race history for Tyler (exilereject)

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You there, my friend. Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand, my friend, my clever friend. Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days, my lucky friends. Till now your shine was merely silver. Friends, you shall drip rubies.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
19460 2023-06-13 20:19:15 93.77 99.1%
18845 2023-06-09 14:05:18 89.36 97.7%
6650 2021-03-15 20:15:07 69.47 97%
5838 2021-03-10 14:16:29 62.00 96%