Text race history for snails (slow_learner_2000)

Back to text analysis page

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood, in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
611 2020-05-09 22:03:42 67.69 96%