Text race history for Frost (f_r_o_s_t)

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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
1755 2022-12-02 15:00:11 61.16 96%
781 2022-08-05 16:04:32 46.98 97%