Text race history for Mor (morti_20)

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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
12887 2022-10-20 18:02:07 78.76 96%
10642 2022-05-24 05:52:03 87.99 96%
10265 2022-05-05 17:07:11 64.96 97%
9703 2022-03-21 06:00:41 74.37 96%
5084 2022-01-04 18:30:29 72.78 95%
3976 2021-12-18 20:01:18 76.34 95%
3340 2021-12-05 14:45:10 70.67 95%
950 2021-10-18 06:42:17 55.75 94%
605 2021-10-09 16:35:49 68.41 95%