Text race history for Pouya (pouyal)

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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
2637 2025-01-03 20:36:35 83.35 96.4%
2451 2024-09-02 13:41:31 77.04 97.2%
2116 2024-04-10 19:23:01 73.85 97.2%