Text race history for ℱ𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔢𝔠𝔥 (wille_1)

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My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess. My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey, in my own salvation, and your eternal slumber. Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface. Quietly, but surely.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
20872 2020-09-22 12:33:26 73.78 96%
20847 2020-09-22 12:03:35 80.63 96%
20358 2020-09-04 14:27:40 80.00 97%
10113 2019-08-27 18:05:46 68.62 97%
6575 2019-07-06 09:24:30 72.66 98%
3223 2019-05-13 17:01:43 68.15 98%