Text race history for (zesty11)

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I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
7711 2021-12-12 00:04:01 115.28 98%
1909 2020-03-27 23:33:16 67.86 95%