Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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Well, I'm no poet, but I can't be fooled. The lies don't count, the whispers do. I hear the whispers on the wind. They say the earth has fallen due. We run in circles. Our days are numbered. Every night I look away. To the heavens and I pray.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
10321 2020-08-30 04:02:11 104.04 97%
8578 2020-06-21 01:51:39 101.88 98%
8164 2020-06-09 20:12:45 101.34 98%