Text race history for Arthur (artnet)

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Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her... I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, worked out the truth...

Game Time WPM Accuracy
10977 2018-01-20 14:31:45 104.69 99%