Text race history for Kumar (kumar_thapa1)

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On the sidewalk across from me, near the entrance to a barbecue joint, some people were holding an old-fashioned revival meeting. The barbecue cook, wearing a dirty white apron, his conked hair reddish and metallic in the pale sun, and a cigarette between his lips, stood in the doorway, watching them. Kids and older people paused in their errands and stood there, along with some older men and a couple of very tough-looking women who watched everything that happened on the avenue, as though they owned it, or were maybe owned by it.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
4099 2019-09-15 03:55:05 76.66 97%
1706 2019-05-22 17:43:43 71.42 97%