Text race history for ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ (memesis)

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I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my toil. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
14 2021-02-16 20:00:50 92.25 99.4%