Text race history for Chowder (chowoder)

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I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
135 2021-05-18 20:04:56 64.14 95%
80 2021-02-23 09:48:26 59.18 97%