Text race history for Arthur (artnet)

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I have my books and my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor. Hiding in my room, safe within my womb; I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
9586 2017-05-26 19:17:19 95.64 96%
9333 2017-04-16 12:01:42 106.11 100%