Text race history for T (b_e_r_t_i_e)

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The air was cold, and the rain again began to descend; we entered the hut, the fiend with an air of exultation, I with a heavy heart and depressed spirits. But I consented to listen, and seating myself by the fire which my odious companion had lighted, he thus began his tale.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
93 2025-01-17 02:51:42 71.43 97.5%
26 2024-12-11 00:04:12 72.75 96.6%