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

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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
9791 2020-08-01 20:04:11 93.78 99%
9480 2020-07-16 18:04:14 93.64 97%
941 2020-02-05 18:58:56 67.01 96%