Text race history for Micaherl (sunsoutbunsout)

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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
4401 2021-03-04 22:33:53 85.23 98%
857 2019-08-13 03:37:59 85.29 97%
555 2019-04-19 04:08:43 91.28 99%