Text race history for Nguyet (chim123)

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Green is the sound the wind makes, rustling through the trees. If we walked down to the riverbank and you put your hand in the water, you'd feel the cool color blue. To remember red, you need only stand in front of the hearth. And a winter snowfall, silent and cold and pure... that is white.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
798 2019-08-22 08:27:41 65.78 97%
189 2019-06-24 20:16:46 55.76 97%