Text race history for Pooja Thorat (thorat_pooja)

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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 2024-02-25 14:33:34 45.93 95.8%
38 2024-02-22 06:23:01 53.33 95.8%