Text race history for md mahadie (mdmahadiehasanhridoy)

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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
7012 2025-06-16 06:20:30 102.35 99%