Text race history for typo11 (typo11)

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For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3611 2021-03-18 16:07:30 59.39 99%