Text race history for Calculus (uchihalol)

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Come to me my melancholy baby. Cuddle up and don't be blue. All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe. You know, dear, that I'm in love with you. Every cloud must have a silver lining. Wait until the sun shines through. Smile, my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear, or else I shall be melancholy too.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
26384 2020-06-17 02:26:26 136.66 97%
22607 2019-04-05 19:05:49 138.89 99%
20891 2019-02-17 22:59:58 122.56 97%
20769 2019-02-16 03:10:11 119.70 97%
20113 2019-02-07 21:49:24 113.56 96%