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

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Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
341 2020-02-01 05:25:11 65.04 97%
321 2020-02-01 02:56:30 66.40 97%