Text race history for BOb (bob_the_potato)

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It led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
21 2023-05-29 12:27:18 64.78 96%