Text race history for Coder (the_coder_bro)

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My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
137 2021-10-01 13:35:08 62.94 95%