Text race history for Moronic Typer (yong955143)

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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
21259 2021-09-02 22:52:10 94.24 98%
19716 2021-04-12 16:06:48 94.44 98%
18961 2021-03-03 16:16:33 98.03 99%
18414 2021-02-18 19:00:16 86.90 97.6%
17089 2021-01-29 03:55:19 106.98 99.4%
11195 2020-09-21 16:44:34 88.96 98%
7620 2020-04-19 14:40:11 80.59 98%