Text race history for Moronic Typer (yong955143)

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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
28547 2024-08-23 13:53:17 95.04 98.6%
28368 2024-08-11 02:28:51 99.69 98.6%