Text race history for its never too late (joeyomr7)

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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
1019 2025-06-05 11:19:41 49.52 94%
991 2025-06-04 01:23:54 54.36 95.2%
767 2025-05-24 13:36:19 53.21 95.3%
695 2025-05-23 16:54:27 48.03 93.7%
553 2025-05-21 13:20:18 44.33 93.6%