Text race history for Gb9vsUyEfXfK (a6wpaejayfpr)

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Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
1546 2019-04-08 19:40:03 102.55 96%
869 2018-08-06 01:14:41 112.50 97%