Text race history for Gaurav (gaurav_38)

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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
20264 2025-07-05 16:49:08 76.52 96%
19550 2024-07-26 07:59:19 81.10 98.1%
18703 2023-11-18 11:28:43 86.72 97%