Text race history for TheTrader (datrader)

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The cool morning, pale as pearl, threw tendrils of mist over the blue-gray ice. Ancient trees ringed the frozen water; their dark limbs seemed to hold up the sky. Frost silvered the earth, and all around was the whisper of water, breaking loose winter's bonds. A thrush called from within the wood. There was no sign of the horses.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
451 2024-02-07 20:55:07 94.12 98%
271 2024-01-27 23:15:46 93.42 98%