Text race history for Chris (meta77)

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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
990 2022-12-20 22:58:41 57.54 96%
258 2022-03-01 14:41:33 50.62 96%