Vaig treure les mantes sobre el meu cap i va tractar de pensar del Nadal. Però el rostre gris encara em va seguir. Es murmurar, i vaig comprendre que volia confessar alguna cosa.
—from Dubliners, a book by James Joyce
Active since December 11, 2016.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Herènia (herenia) | 23.81 | 89% | 2016-12-11 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Catalan | 1 | 23.81 | December 11, 2016 |