Text race history for Lent√es (lemoninapie)

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My severe injuries had healed and the sweet taste of blood coated my mouth. I kept walking, my goal vague, trying to dispel the building unease in my chest. Upon entering an open area was the scent of rotting flowers and in the middle of the flowerbed, he stood. Without anyone saying a thing, without his name given, like an unsolved puzzle falling into place by itself, just by seeing that figure, I understood exactly who I faced.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
19545 2023-08-24 14:01:00 102.04 97.2%
19491 2023-08-20 04:24:03 113.98 97.5%
18345 2022-09-10 09:12:25 93.78 96%
18145 2022-05-13 03:53:56 105.74 98%
15866 2021-03-26 13:36:41 88.27 95%
15607 2021-03-06 06:18:15 100.79 97%
11691 2020-08-01 13:53:35 95.77 97%
4036 2019-11-08 02:59:38 80.63 97%