Text race history for spectating a spectator (mporsche02)

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You there, my friend. Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand, my friend, my clever friend. Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days, my lucky friends. Till now your shine was merely silver. Friends, you shall drip rubies.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
2806 2019-03-05 21:39:40 160.33 99%
880 2019-01-22 02:38:14 167.30 100%