Text race history for Lent√es (lemoninapie)

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My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow. My friend, your desire, is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
13458 2020-11-26 10:01:36 110.38 97%
12850 2020-10-09 09:20:24 76.91 96%
8031 2020-03-21 01:34:59 73.59 93%
7628 2020-03-17 09:53:04 91.78 97%
7028 2020-01-11 23:18:26 86.24 96%
5206 2019-12-11 11:08:16 76.55 94%
317 2018-11-13 01:50:54 60.50 94%