Text race history for Mor (morti_20)

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Her eyes, like windows, trickle in rain upon the pain getting deeper, though my love wants to relieve her. She walks alone from wall to wall. Lost in her hall, she can't hear me, though I know she likes to be near me.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
13459 2022-11-30 16:16:45 73.33 97%
13336 2022-11-08 12:15:23 107.46 98%
13141 2022-11-02 02:13:25 83.04 96%
8384 2022-02-24 22:14:05 79.16 95%
7932 2022-02-20 10:27:53 102.13 99%
4708 2022-01-02 09:09:56 90.05 97%
4413 2021-12-30 17:00:30 77.54 95%
1952 2021-11-03 16:37:17 84.02 97%