Text race history for Morad (morad_the_beast)

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It led me by the hand, as if to fill the niches in the memories in my oozing brain fluid. Without even a destination, we kept walking. Disgusting clouds were floating in the sky. I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
197 2021-12-02 16:49:16 71.99 96%